Friday, November 14, 2008
He breathed on your neck.
And your lips parted.
He brushed your skin there. A kiss. And the chill ice-skated to the roots of your brushed back hair.
Liquid mercury raced when he squeezed you.
Pooling its hot weight.
And when the most delicate death begged to drop you at the knees...
(The end, you remember. Take a moment to float there and remind yourself what it is to live.)
(And for the guys, you know what to do.)