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last updated: March 18, 2005
written & created by Lexan B. Orantes a production of StoryTellersManila
March 12, 2005/Saturday
March 13, 2005/Sunday Boys Don't Cry 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13.
March 14, 2005/Monday
Not Feeling Good All of a Sudden
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March 12, 2005/Saturday In Bed with a Stranger
Standing
at one corner, wet hair from shower, with only a flimsy towel wrapped
around the waist… the weigh of a stare, I looked up… a few feet a way,
a man… in the dark, we held each other’s eyes… he walked toward
me… nearer, closer… our body touching… he put his hand on my back…
I rested my head on his shoulder… moved his hand up and down my back…
then the other hand over my chest… I tasted his skin… his tongue on my
neck… Unspoken words… I don’t even know his name… Slide
the door close, locked it… he pressed his body to my body on the wall…
I close my eyes… warm breath… tongue slashing… burning my body…
tiny bites… slowly at first… gently at first… he held my hand… had
his mouth on my mouth… tender kiss… it went deeper… deeper… tongue
sucking, teasing my tongue… deeper… swallowing me whole… whole… Moans
of sheer pleasure… Moans
of desire… Moans
of wanting more… Bite
on the left nipple… then sucking it… licking it… such exquisite
pain… His body pressed to mine… I could feel him… his strength…
his fullness… his thirst… a trail of kisses from my lips, to my
neck… to the chest… to my stomach… swirling, burning… he held my
hand… lower he goes… and lower… swirling, burning… then swallowing
me whole… he withdraws… then swallowing me whole… again and again…
sending electricity to trail all over my body… breath deepens… In
the dark… the music played on… wanting… in the edge of sanity, he
pushed… we pushed… pain… such exquisite pain… of the conqueror and
the conquered… of the owner and the owned… such pain… breaths slow,
controlled… a kiss in the lips… tongues swirling, dancing… ballet in
the dark… slowly not to startle… slowly at first… pain… a promise
of sweetness… a promise of pleasure… such pain… two becoming one…
we are one… the music played on in the dark… Moans
of sheer pleasure… Moans
of desire… Moans
of wanting more… At
one point, not wanting it to end… we are one…pushing and letting go…
with every thrust, tightening… pleasure unending… promises unspoken,
never to be believed… never to hoped on… I don’t even know his
name… he didn’t ask for mine… Body
tensing… faster it went… breath held back… holding on… sheer
pleasure… such sweet pleasure… explosion… clarity… the world, time
and space and everything in between… dissolved… nothing exist but
you… clarity… such beauty… such… Then
we are no longer… Washed by the warm water of the shower… It
was over… off to another… we remain nameless… Dozens
of men, covered only by white flimsy towels… in the dark… cold… cold
sipping in every spine… Some with great physique, some thin, some fat…
some with beautiful face, some not so… youthful… with foolish twinkle
in their eyes… some eyes had seen almost anything… in the dark, they
roam, looking, waiting… hoping… cold sipping… all alone… lonely…
yet they refuse to be found… what exactly are they looking for? Unspeakable
anguish… what is it all for…? What exactly do they want…? Hidden
in laughter, hidden in kisses, hidden… why do we need to hide…? What
exactly are we afraid off? I slept with almost a hundred men already… some are good, some are bad… some wanted me… some I wanted back… some made promises… some I never wanted to end… yet, three in the morning, I walked the streets… |