Atalanta at the temple

At the starting post our eyes met and I blushed, the line of heat from neck to groin piercing me, disrupting breath.

All that training to outrun you all; assuring my castle in the clouds would stay unoccupied, my heart unfettered.

It was already lost then, but my legs had learned the lesson of my broken heart. My father left me on a rock for being a girl. He was only the first.

So I turned to the hunt – better predator than prey.

I learned that lesson well. And I threw a few golden apples of my own;
I hope you don’t think your lines were that original.
It was that it was you tossing them my way.

So here I am, caught, the way I never thought I would want to be.
The best race I never won.

Fuck me again,
inside this union.

Fuck me again.