Time Considered as a Helix of Semi-Precious Stones

Your novella:

You gave me a copy in the square near the Trevi Fountain.

You made the back of my neck go tight.

G- Spots.

Some women, apparently, don’t have one.

You didn’t believe in the existence of anything you couldn’t see.

You’ve got to give if you want to get.

I never said that.

Torrent:fish urn in the hands of Poseidon.

I know all about fucking,

not just the general idea, but the details.

You thought you were hard-core.

I read it properly, twice, then lost it.