Friday, June 5, 2009

June 4, 2009 One last mistake

“Do you want to know what it would feel like if my fingertips touched yours?

What it would feel like if my lips, the slightest bit desiccated by the winter wind, explored the depths of your warm neck?

What it would feel like as we fought our way into the most intimate embrace?”

“Excuse me, what was that?”

“Hmm? Oh, uh, I said ‘you might want to cover your drink before you leave it. A lot of sickos out there, y’know?’”

“Oh yes, thanks.”

That smile. Enchanting.
Yeah, she wants to know…


mister e said...
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mister e said...

I love how you told so much with so few words.

sk said...

evil...and fantastic.

Carol said...

Was that my outside voice?

Well done!

sornptar said...

You have many tricks up your sleeve LL. I am still shocked to think I once only thought of you as only a journalist. Great work, again.

tipsy texter said...

thanks, guys! this was one of those times where I let Writing Jesus take the wheel. This is not at all where I intended this to go, but I like how it turned out.