Australian Left Review
Article Title
Moveable Feast: Blowing a Storm
Abstract
It was a warm summer's night and the breeze played over her nipples like a jazz band in the Harlem of her soul. The lady sighed, and arched her back. Her breasts felt heavy on her chest, and a thin finger of wind reached under the plumpest part of her and tickled gently, teasingly.
This paper has been withdrawn.