... and five minutes before ... and five minutes before ... and five and five and five ... a whole handful of fives , one for each finger ... holding another , head dulled by the taste of alcohol and shame of sobriety , bucking like a bull as the peak of our passion drove us to a frenzy , then more dullness as it ended and we lay in each other 's arms on the bed with eyes closed , holding tight while thinking of others who might love us for five minutes or more .