The Toy

He bought her a toy, spun smooth and sculpted from glass.

They played with it together and it brought them both great pleasure.

She took it home and played with it alone.

She ran it on her skin. It was wet and softer than silk. It was harder than flesh.

It was harder than his flesh. It was ribbed and rubbled with twists.

It brought difficult and new pleasures, knotted with a good pain.

It filled and stretched her beautifully.

It was a good toy and she liked it very much.