sometimes i want to kiss you
, just to know your Taste
and I you.
::my hand to your cheek, i look into your eyes. any pretense or mask of civility has long since hit the floor and shattered, and so we stand face to naked face...::
standing close enough to feel each other's warmth, one hand on your
shoulder, we meet in glowing softness. slight and delicate at first, we find our steps, sliding exchanges between leading and following steps. a distinct tingling sensation taunts from the periphery, perhaps the hypothalamus, followed by a drunken, laughing vertigo...
i ran out of words. it seems the cat has gotten my tounge.
the cat, indeed. a shame it was not i.