They never touched what they wanted to.
And chins never flew back and pointed towards
the sky while upper teeth bit bottom lips
as their eyelashes met the ring around their eyes.
No whispers were ever traded between them on the
dark kitchen floor of her apartment whilst their
"lovers" slept.
No, that never happened, more than just the once.

02/25/2009

Posted on 02/26/2009
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