so ya wake up with a stranger you have known all your life, its 6am and in an hour and a half a taxi will arrive to carry her away to the airport, ya snuggle and cuddle, you fuck with wild abandon, and ya stare at the ceiling, the sounds of breathing synchronized, the racing of blood through the body, the pounding hearts and smell of sex and the scent of izzy mayaki on the pillows. she's an alien sex goddess, the perfect playmate for a freakazoid like yourself. you feel sad she's leaving but the distance will consolidate things for you. you help her pack the remanents of clothes and books that lay around the lounge room floor, ya carry her bags down the steps, ya watch her smoke a french cigarette and then you see the taxi pull up.
goodbyes can be easily compromised, people say and do strange things in the final seconds but this was a clean goodbye, you put her in the taxi, you smile and you know that whatever exists between ya is strong enough to trancend distance and time.

happy new year people