Memory or fantasy?

The topology of your lips, mapped with the precision of desire.

Yes, I’ll fuck you. But not before you’ve earned it.

I want to watch.

As the plane descends into L.A., I catalog everything I know about her — and everything I don’t yet.

What I do while you look down at me.

She’s self-conscious about her grey hair. I have some ideas about that.

Yoga with L, a perfect instructor, and an overactive imagination.

An afternoon at the movies with a stranger I’ve never met but who follows my instructions perfectly.

A woman, in fragments, from far away.

Two pictures of her mouth, and everything I want to do with it.