Sunday, November 8, 2009
in the mind of ...
The paintings depict acts of sex that might cause most to blush, but she smiles, and at him, as he follows a few people behind her, in line. She does not know him nor he her, but they connect with an unspoken appreciation of the forbidden. They will not meet, nor connect. She is too careful for that; he is too wary of the social ramifications. After all, he is married. But, tonight, before each falls asleep, he and she will remember the moment as the best sex they ever had.
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