He handed the dust pan and brush over. I knew they wouldn’t be much use in cleaning the floor. I also knew the real reason he had given them to me: so he could look furtively at me, as I bent over.

That idea turned me on.

I welcomed it, and decided to give him a good look at what he wanted.

You are worthy of a great life. Desire, dream and seek it.

In the end it will be your “Actions

This was what the poets couldn’t put in their poetry, she thought dumbly, the rush of desire so fierce and pure it made one shake, all on the force of a word.

Every person has his secret; in reverie, unbeknown to others, he finds peace, freedom, sorrow and love.

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