I want to fuck another couple.

The Neighbor and I are headed out to meet a couple, the Greens, for drinks tonight. Soft or hard swap, multi-swap, all-way, one-way, whatever and who knows. I don’t even know all the lingo — it’s its own language. A separate sex vocabulary.

The grey sky will blanket us all, drinks will warm our bellies, chemistry — if there — will do the rest with the help of my butterflies’ muscles.

So far, and happily, down the rabbit hole that I’ve forgotten what a sunrise looks like.

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