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Head over heels
I leaped flying to The Duchess
Meet me there, I begged her—
stone-faced Alex—the first real
lesbian I knew.
She lived alone
in the West Village.
We worked together
she had a girlfriend
I had a roommate.
I was ready to be with a woman
curious, feeling bi,
but never near
a real lesbian.
I pursued her
forced myself into her bed
despite her repeated, No.
Finally, a late-night album party
she stayed on her side of the bed
till morning, when she weakened
my hands grasping her warm core.
She relented to my touch,
to the call of baby kisses
across her clavicle.
She warned, You’ll fall in love.
Fool that I was, I promised,
Never.
Destroyed in three months
with her final No—her push away
my body aching, overwhelmed
by such love I could not believe.
Published in “Scry of Lust 2: An Erotica Anthology,” Edited by Sumiko Saulson, 2020, to assist Team #5015 SF Goth to raise money for AIDSWalk San Francisco