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#67 Wet kiss
“A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.”
– Ingrid Bergman
You’re bringing me home after dinner
Long dirty heavy looks all night
Mischievous thoughts all the time
The ones that burn and press flesh
reflexively making you squeeze your legs
and lose track of what’s happening
what we’re saying or where we are
It’s amazing how just one pair of eyes
locked on ours
can awaken so many disturbing possibilities
and wishes of endless sweaty afternoons
and nights and mornings…
We keep talking about superficial topics
but I can feel what we are both thinking
I can sense it in my glowy summer tanned skin
I can almost touch the hot air inside the car
with the flaming fantasy that blocks my brain
My dress goes slightly up when I sit straight
I streched my neck and tilted my head back
I stared at you once more
