Sex

So I have been sleeping with G; he says I am great in bed and we are having a nice time.
But when he is inside me, I think of Z--of Z's hand on my throat, his throaty passion,
the way he touches me like no one else does, how in tune we are.
As inexperienced as I have been, this is the first time sleeping with one man
has shown me the depth of feeling I have with another.
I can understand how there is a delicious peversity in affirming that unique love with every new man I screw...sex with G reminds me that Z is special...but that G is nice, too.