He texted me seven minutes after I had decided to start calling my sexuality Coyote, because it was growling half-way through a book about ***** feminists and the hair on his chest had undomesticated me in a way that the thinking part of my brain didn't even believe was possible but reliving the sound of his laughter as he whispered in my ear to climb on top made me travel through space and time to kiss Lilith on the mouth and take Medusa home for one night.