He worked on her [***], balled into a striving that sweated their two bodies [***], past caring where she was, if she had [***] [***]. She was beginning to signal [***] in her eyes, her [***] was tensing. But all that mattered was the [***] he was [***] toward, the fall. He shifted forward, making the angle more [***], drowning in [***]. Guiding on the [***] [***] of her [***] [***], he felt at last a loss, a dispersion, and dragged with a shiver the [***] slow [***] deep from [***] [***] [***]. When the [***] [***] he was already [***].

(Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.)

Written in the 70s, 70s-5a redacted. (Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.)