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The Mourning After

A sleeping man is a statue, but I could tell from the pain in my thighs that he wasn’t so shy after all.

Story by Teo J. Babini - teo@citizenbrooklyn.com Photos by Muge Karamanci
Photo  © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

At some point it all becomes a blur. The dancing and drinking, music in motion. Eyes everywhere in the light, and in the shadows. I don’t remember all the details, but his smile I do, shy almost. Like a flash it’s morning, quiet and with a soft light cascading over his body, breathing mountains of sweat stained sheets. A sleeping man is a statue, but I could tell from the pain in my thighs that he wasn’t so shy after all. Even the pillows fell victim to our passions, my teeth tearing at them. The fit tire after a performance like that. I’ll let him sleep. I like watching him sleep…

Photo  © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

And so, it seems we’ve met again. Another gallivant under the stars, I’m sure. What can I say? He’s cute when he’s drunk. Says he likes my hair messy, and messy it is this morning. The soreness keeps me still, hurting with ecstasy. And by the look of him, I paid him back for the last one. Whoops, maybe toys on the second date were a bad idea. My poor little work horse. Did mama bear push too hard? He seems like he can handle it, a body like that. You know sometimes the moon makes us a little crazy. Yeah, I’ll blame it on the moon…

Photo  © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Another one for the books, my god. We can’t keep meeting this way you silly man. So reckless, and boy do you stink, look at you bringing all sorts of filth into the house. Don’t worry, warrior, mama’s gonna fix you up. I’ve got just the thing for ya. But first I’ve got to clean this place up, it seems as though we made our way around the whole apartment last night. What a wild night! Although, I think it’s taking its toll on me. I felt a bit sick this morning and my memories are even foggier. At least he’s here again, I missed watching him sleep. I just hope I’m okay. I’m sure I’ll be okay.

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Photo © Muge Karamanci

It’s getting worse. It’s as though time no longer exists, day and night melting together, moments blending into one. A permanent dream. It has been so long since I’ve seen him, since he’s been in my bed. Maybe I’ll go outside today. Maybe I’ll lie in the yard listen for him through the soil, grass like his gentle hands. I’ll touch myself like he used to. A climax to raise the dead. But I won’t go inside when I’m finished. I know he’d still be sleeping. I like to watch him while he sleeps.

Photo  © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo  © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo  © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

 

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