She led him to the bed. She whispered sweet words of impermanence and unaffectedness. She touched only the parts of him that were already exposed. She made no move without warning him first. She did everything he never asked for, but always wanted, with a genuine smile all the while.
Through the night he said nothing, and she never made him. Now that the morning has come, she wonders what good all the silence was.
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