Empire Of The Senseless

‘Sage! What’s so funny? What did I say?’ She looks down at her naked body and searches for a sign of humor.             ‘No, baby, I just can’t imagine the joy that you must contain to release it through your little lips the way you do.’ She laughs; then turns very serious. I’m still laughing, its way out of my control now. She grips both my biceps and rips me from her, slams me on the empty sheets beside us. She rolls me away and starts kissing my spine. It tickles. I’m wild with spirit.             ‘Stop laughing!’ She demands. I don’t. I don’t care. I think I’m doing it on purpose. She presses herself against me, wraps one arm under my neck and over my lips. I try to bite. She slaps my right thigh as hard as she can. I start weeping. She doesn’t look away. She’s not afraid of pain. This is how she knows the magnitude of joy that I see in her smile. I know this. So my tears feel graceful in execution, and it excites me to know her fingers will catch them. My wild tongue tries everything to break free; sucki