He, saudade, about her. The coruscant fishnet stockings implying the pleasures above. Her ephemeral incline upon the bed as if floating in the ether; eyes full of meaning. That she would open to the warmth of his hands as a tulip to spring winds. Her breath coming in fast gasps, extravagant low moans. But then the glitch, the malfunction. She smiled leniently, taking $200 off the usual price.
saudade: in Portuguese folk culture, a deep emotional state of melancholic longing for a
person or thing that is absent
coruscant: sparkling or gleaming
malfunction: last week’s missing word
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