tightening the asanawa around his wrists she smiled widely  almost as wide apart as her eyes  and teased

Ah  so you cannot resist or escape me 

he laughed

she had a wicked sense of humour

realised  it was ludicrous to say anything

he had come to her           

asked her out 

then oddly  discovered her penchant  slick taste  for this esoteric erotica

she appeared as if she fell out a glossy Mens magazine

BUSTY ASIANS BEAUTIES

au naturel

My God

             her breasts must have come from her fathers side of the family

his Polish-American genetics

how else could she have gotten all those curves onto her everything-else Japanese body

she cinched the binds tighter

Hurt 

Not much

But   just enough 

Having never have done this before Ill have to say  sure   just enough

Good

she went back to binding him 

she wore black latex that did everything  spectacularly  to compliment her figure

he dug her best when she worked closely in front of him  fashioning exquisite knots  their coordination  and walking away from him and the bed for more lengths hung concealed in her closet behind shimmering beaded curtains which affected idyllic fantastic animals seascapes fish and cephalopods 

there were no doors in her apartment beyond the carved wood front door

the air was perfumed with incenses

and as delicious as they were  nothing smelled as good as she did when she was up close to him  reaching around

her scent emanating from her breasts belly and armpits

off her long thick black hair   

                                             which he could imagine  twisted into asanawa for shibari

she smelled like a warmed exotic truffle

they sipped sake her mother sent from Japan

she was slightly intoxicated
intoxicating
                   as she helped him take his drink  or touched him
he couldnt resist the temptation  his imagination  seeing her  a black widow spider
deliberate  deft  efficient   flawless
it made him catch his breath
   

My God  how I love this

she said

I love how you want to play with me

 

they had been playing together for a couple three months now and he wondered if he hadnt accidentally found the slim volume he did tucked in among her art books

when she was going to out herself 

he was always up for something new  
                                                             and exciting

and around her

he was always up

her binds and knots were exquisite

or what he thought exquisite might be

bracelets  macramé winding round him

the thing of it was

                               how natural   and comfortable he felt being restrained

last night he woke up beside her and found his left arm was up  his wrist held tucked fast behind his head

his right arm was down  his hand secure  weighed under his thigh 

on rare occasions when he found himself in the morning waking on his cheek

both his arms were drawn down  his hands under his thighs

it seemed  particularly in light of this game  hed been at restraints all along

though  scarcely negligible

You are thinking too much  Too hard 

Excuse me

as if he hardly caught her words in the blue air

What are you thinking

I am going to have you 

Yes  Have me  please

Really 

Really

I was thinking  really  this feels quite wonderful

But I havent yet

                           made you feel wonderful 

I promise you have

Already

Well then  you are ahead in the game     You must watch now

he watched

focused   fitful

and then quickly

frantic

her smile  easily  became as wide as her eyes were apart

occurred to me this AM,  Twosday,  14  4. 15

1654,  Twosday,  14  4. 15

Supernatural

the TAX RELIEF PARTY flyer couldnt have been more masterly articulated on the meshed glass looking into the interior office antechamber as it appeared from where he sat 

the eight by eleven and a half inch page  printed in block letters

blue TAX  cherryred and white incised RELIEF PARTY

were taped slightly angled  its right corner about three inches higher than its left  barred the blondes face who sat behind the desk in the office

her hair was exposed behind it to its right 

the lower left corner of the flyer

God Bless it

pointed deftly  emphatically  at her deep and abiding cleavage that swelled between her black cotton fabric

wrapped shoulders

 

he knew her

knew the flyer hid her attractive Nordic features like a 50s blinder on a risqué photograph

and he knew  honestly  devotedly  her breasts retarded any attempt at meaningful conversation until one got a meaningful eyeful  submitted to the gorilla in the room or the rampant bull in the china shop 

the flyer  --  GENIUS!

eliminated the remorse(ridiculous) associated with trying to obscure the natural tendency to espy her delectable furrow on warm display

 

as he said  he knew her

Biblically

                       

had  and enjoyed the desirous fortune to spread seed between them

also deeply above   below   and behind them

she bestowed that fortune onto him  eagerly

His  she said  for his overt indiscretion  Aplomb  he corrected her

for his refreshing maleness                                                                                                                                            

she wore what she did she said for their sexual effect

Im a saleswoman  Sex sells  Try not to be an idiot  I know it 

                                                                                    

she marketed her assets  obviously 

                                                                                           

And if thats all someone thinks Ive got  then Ive got them too over a barrel

And I love taking it out of their ass

she was a plain talker

another obvious attribute  if someone dared to pay attention to what she was saying

  

it was fulfilling to realise the glam of his high-powered memories stereooptically beside the Real McCoys

though  to be unremittingly honest  the Real McDDoys

she leaned forward at her desk

her silverblue eyes meeting his eyes    

and waved hello

he mouthed Hello and waved back

she smiled  innocent of his thoughts and recall  came out and walked up to him

Its so nice to see you again

I was thinking exactly the same 

Youre looking good

As are you 

We should get together again

Dont you think

Curiously

I was just thinking the same thing

1440,  Monday,  13  4. 15  Thomas Jeffersons boithday

it threw him for a lemniscate(double loops laying side by side)

he was pretty damn sure that among the sheets of paper strewn across his desk

hastily tucked between the pages of soft or hardbound books laid flat  soldierly on the shelves

or gripped in a Bear-of-a-Clip board  curmudgeonly 

                                                                                      somewheres

he had a raw piece to work this afternoon

                                                                     and if he did   he couldnt find a one

to make complete sense of it(Outside his experience) 

it was like running  without legs   wrioting  without a hand  Bic pen
breathing  without lungs 

or fucking without a cock(or a cunt for the matter of equality  --  and it mattered)

itd been some time since game was this slim and he was forced to tend the stock pot simmering over the fire

stirring in hacked bits of meat root vegetables and the darling spices and herbs he learned to savor

magically 

                they usually fell like ripened autumn fruit

which he need only to squat and gather by the handfuls in wire-handled bushel baskets

or

sundusted grain

cut with a scythe  reaper

bundled in tight sheaves for milling

the harvest gleaned 

                                 leaving nothing ever to be wasted

rocks  turned at the sea in the mouths of rivers or wee bright streams inland for the words written on their bellys

magically

it was a rare piece he would claim as his own

more likely  he was a conduit

no more responsible for the fashioning of the words than a telegraph wire was for telegram or the blameless whitened rebirthed vessel for Gods Word

                                                    except his words were truer

more authentic

words brecciated with ageless Time

remembering

of course

they werent his

and so

            not finding a piece  like a needle in a Van Goghish haystack perforce was evident

gray lichen hanging from tree boughs

beards to be scratched  
                                      while wondering

 

Sunday afternoon,  12  4. 15

1307,  Monday,  13  4. 15 Thomas Jeffersons boithday