E v e r y so often I like to think back on that greasy summer- my hidden lover. Teeth ripping into me like they were devouring a sticky peach on a patio near the beach; hungry and so full of desire. Early eyes quivered as I suffered your satisfied fingers on my thigh- feeling the contusions that replaced my pale pink skin. A felt existence left devoted in moments like these-our compulsive wrappings conceal the fortunes that can be found only in one another. In a way, this biblical dimension carries a perpetual forgiveness and passion that play together hand in hand.