Milking Hanukkah

"I wrote this while smoking a La Gloria Cubana.

She is on me as soon as I open the door. She envelops me with a kiss, forcing me to search with one hand for the door while blindly exploring with the other for her belt buckle.

I slam the door.

She is older than me at twenty-seven and a first lieutenant. I am a nineteen year old private. It’s a million years ago and the two of us assault each other in a tiny room, jockeying for position, trying to establish dominance. We are torn between backing away to let a piece of clothing fall and allowing our lips to remain together in passion. We can’t have both but we try really hard, our lust building between frustrating rubbing, grunts and moans.

Her name is Karen."
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