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Kiss Me
King Afa’s Chamber The kiss, unbearably fragile, a spike of sensation, shoulder the frame. Everything Eva thinks about is her feelings for the king. There are no words, only sensation, smooth sensation. Eva feels powerless, suddenly stoned, not that she doesn’t want it, that’s one of her desires. To be with the king and to have the best of him is all she could think of. King Afa is kissing her. She is kissing him with her eyes shut. They are standing in the middle of King Afa’s chamber, giving and getting every kiss they’ve ever gotten or given; kissing from memory. Kissing: fast, hard, deep, frantic, long, and slow. They are tasting the lips, the mouth, the tongue. King Afa puts her hands to Eva’s face, the softness of Eva’s skin; the absence of the rough scruff and scratch of a stale sh
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