She Pressed upon Him Heavily

She pressed upon him heavily in the darkness, slipped her fingers up his sleeves and through his cowlicked curls. A thousand and one nights like this, spent in sweat-slicked revulsion under the weight of a hideous unsleeping Shahrazad. She brought deserts of heat upon him, filled his belly with sand, babbled nonsensical versifications that left him feeling a blasphemous and crooked child. God could see him, would one day pluck him from the church pew or the confession box and squeeze him like a ripe tick until the blood of sin burst from his body. All would know he'd lain beneath this evil woman and eclipsed her burning thighs with moonlit palms even though it was forbidden.