Edging Straight - Volume One

If sex is about anatomy, then maybe eroticism is about people. And maybe something can even be erotic without sex. Was it that way The Day we Didn't?

Outside the air is already hanging still and clear, the crips edges of Winter all too ready to chill the skin. Inside? Inside, a Fire's growing. . .

Twentieth floor of a tower block - on the outside. OK. So maybe it wasn't really Elvis' fault. But if there's a diamond in a safe on the twenty second, why's Spider Murphy stopped at twenty flights with a rock between his legs? Twenty flight cock.

The neon burns, and the club's a heaving mass of bodies. I see you come on to the floor at the other side, and my hips begin to slide. And again we are shadows - and we dance. Shadow Dancing

The thing with being a Caterpillar is, you have to lose a lot of what you are to become a butterfly - before you can fly. The girl in the mirror grins - and I start to unbutton my shirt.