The One Nightstand

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It has been months since he left. Now my body craves his gentle touch.

Out of resentment, I go through my contact list. And text the most obvious one, “Let’s have a one night stand.”

All of a sudden, subconsciously, I go through my gallery, slowly. I measure the length of his smile. Try feeling the outline of his jaws. Imagine biting his unmoving muscles. And stare at the wrinkles on his forehead. Now, the guilt seizes me.

It embarrrasses me, how at first the idea entered my mind, but once conceived, haunts me for days.

I crave embrace of his rough hands. I want him to be mine.

But once left, never needed back.

The thick darkness occupies me. And I embrace my legs kindly with my gentle hands.

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