Initiation

The deftness of her fingers did pale inside the shade of testosterone initiation. There were no additives and no preservatives no monosodium glutamate and the Glycaemic Index was nowhere to be seen. The heart, needless to say was pitting, in confusion, the left against the right and, in the fading light came understanding from above. It was the moon that saw what humans say when not the chips but britches are down in the dew-kissed grass. And then, the giant Cloud of Decency rose quickly in the sky it oversaw, as is its faithful job the learning of deft fingers.