You were cold after diving, br your wet suit still clinging, br you said I could warm you br with my own body heat, br you seemed so small and br vulnerable, I kissed you all br over, tasting salty sea sand, br your body grew warmer and br hard to the touch, it was br exciting, you kissed me back, br that nearly started another br attack, you said it’s called br making love, I couldn’t see br the difference, you were br offended, you said I was br recalcitrant, I said it was br aggression, I never saw br you so angry, you called br me an Alien and asked br where I was from, I said br Planet Parish, I thought br you would hit me, but you br kissed me, said you would br make me yours if it was the br last thing you did, it might br very well be that, the way br it was going, then you br attacked and I counter- br attacked, it’s called br making love…br br Louise Tredouxbr br