Between your br breasts br br the fly br is br br perfectly br still. br br I gaze br at it br br as a trickle of perspiration br crawls slowly towards it br br as if it could br would engulf it. br br The fly however br is unmoved by it br br held br (as it is) br br forever in amber br br moving only now br as your cleavage br br is shaken br by the earthquake br br of your lovely br laughter.