Insatiable
by Tess

Countless men have loved me.  I am faithful to none.  The one they call The Sisko has loved me deeply, publicly, spiritually.  His warm brown fingers and muscled hands have caressed me into ecstasy again and again.  I have trembled under his touch, begged for it.  I know his love for me is pure.  But I am faithful to none.

The one they call The Other has caressed me, too, not with love, but with powerful lust and avarice.  He is a passionate man, a greedy man desirous of possessing all he sees.  Including me.  He cannot truly know me, cannot understand my heart and soul, but he can take me, possess me, make me quiver for his touch.  I have cried out for him in the night, wanting his skillful gray hands to hold me so tightly, to caress me not with the familiarity of The Sisko, but the exotic curiousity of an interloper. 

Countless men have loved me. I am faithful to none. I am the baseball.