By Edward Abbey
Date: 12 June 2000
All the Words
Saw her smiling reflection rise beside his. The sunlight shone through
her hair. He felt her hands move up his back, onto his shoulders,
into his hair.
She started to laugh, and with the sudden strength that always
surprised him she pushed his head down, into the water. And ran away,
laughing, towards the aspen trees, through the silken knee-high green
rice grass. Those slim brown legs, bare beneath the short kilt, flashing
through the shining grass. Her long hair, gleaming like copper, streamed
out behind her.
He pounded after her but she ran like a startled doe, quick with life,
sprang over a log and was into the trees before he even began to gain
on her. In the green gloom she raced before him, laughing. He yelled,
she looked back, veered to one side, then the other. Each time she
changed direction he crossed the angle of her course and closed the gap.
She collapsed suddenly on the edge of another grassy place, a small and
sunlit opening deep in the forest. He sprawled upon her.
"Got you now, rabbit."
"You got me."
"You run like a rabbit." His heart was beating furiously. "First like a
doe. Then like a rabbit."
"Dirty old man."
"Aye, lass."
"Dirty filthy hairy old beast."
"Aye, lassie. Old enough."
His hand moved upon her and she shivered, twisted beneath him. He kissed
her long and deep, caressed her, gasped with pleasure when he found her
naked beneath the kilt.
"You were expecting me."
"Yes. There."
He kissed her hair, her forehead, her darkened eyelids, closing the bright
and expectant eyes. Raising his lips, he drew back for a moment and she
gazed steadily at him. In the green and gold and hazel of her eyes he
saw a brief reflection of the trees, the sky.
"'Your eyen two wol slee me sodenly...'"
"Chaucer wrote that."
"You're right, lass."
"What else do you know?"
"'I may the beaute of them not sustene.'"
"Slay me."
"Yes."
"Kiss me."
"Yes. Shut up and I'll kiss you."
He kissed her mouth, unbuttoned her blouse and stroked the small soft
breasts, feeling the nipples rise and harden under his touch.
"Yes. There. Kiss me there."
He kissed them, nibbled on them. Her arms tightened fiercely around his
neck. He touched her knee, the silken skin above. Her thighs parted
slowly before his hand.
"Yes, oh Will. There, there..."
Her warm sex was soft and sleek as velvet when he slipped a finger
into her.
"Oh Will. Please. Oh God. Oh Will, I want to say all the words."
"Say them."
"I don't know how."
"Say fuck."
"Fuck. Fuck me."
"Yes. Say cock. Say cunt."
"Cock. Cunt. Cock. Oh Will..."
"Say cocksucker."
"Cocksucker. Will. Oh God. Oh Jesus."
"Jesus? Jesus who?"
"Jesus H. Christ."
"Thatta girl. Say the words."
"Cock. Cunt. Fuck. Jesus H. Christ." She was turning, trembling, opening
for him. "Oh God, Will. Now. Fuck me. Fuck me."
"Where?"
"Oh God. Please."
"Where?"
"In my. In my."
The sun sparkled through the shaking shimmering trim translucent leaves.
The warm grass surrounded them, bedded them, embraced them. An orange-
black butterfly danced in the air, in the light. Monarch of the moment.
Dear heart how like you this
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