The Magic of Desire in "thermodynamic maxwell equations"

thermodynamic maxwell equations begins at 3:17 a.m. in a hotel suite. City glow through half-open blinds stripes her restless body. She can’t sleep, so thermodynamic maxwell equations becomes her lullaby. Slow, almost lazy circles over silk panties gradually soak the fabric dark. In thermodynamic maxwell equations, she pushes them aside instead of removing them—impatient, perfect. Two fingers, then three, stretching, curling, until the headboard thumps rhythmically against the wall. When she finally comes in thermodynamic maxwell equations, it’s with a muffled scream into the pillow, whole body shaking so hard the mattress springs sing. Dawn finds her asleep in tangled sheets, panties still twisted to the side—proof that thermodynamic maxwell equations worked better than any sleeping pill.