Another perfect thing that shouldn’t have ever happened is gone again.
“I never know what to do with my knees,” she smiled then, she was riding me.
When we are finished, she looks like she will shatter, fragile smile still plastered.
“Do you see how careful I am with my subjunctives?” And I do.
You are careful enough that you are perfectly numbed when you find what to do with your knees, with your fingers, your arms and legs, and the rest of you too;