EXTREMITIES - An Island Drabble
There are so many areas of delicious possibility arrayed across the body of awoman, Jack thought.
Take the foot, for example. (Like the one resting on the shelf of his right hip, and the other, on his left.)
Or the knee. (With its remarkable ability to bend and elevate just so, in order to facilitate the foot to a higher station – such as his right shoulder – and, again, his left.)
Or the ankle. (which, when inadvertently brushed by his fingertips, would set a shiver through him which had absolutely nothing to do with the sea breeze.)
"Just a bit further, Jack." Her voice drifted to him through the haze of his reverie. "I'm almost there!"
Yes, he thought, firming his grip on those perfect ankles which, along with those perfect feet rested upon his (if he must say so himself) perfect shoulders, so very many possibilities.
Plenty of time for that line of thinking, though, once she had gotten those bloody coconuts.
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