Kissing a man all over his face
Tue Jul 11 2000 at 5:14:23
He said something that delighted me, it could have been anything,
he was a delight
. I laughed and grabbed his face and laughed and kissed him on both temples, his nose,
his dumb goatee
. He sat there and took it gladly, didn’t try to make it anything more, didn’t do anything sinister
with his hands
. This was the first time my lips had explored any part of him, and it was brief, friendly, nonpassionate. These kisses did not say sex, they said
, a need to give him something, a need to know what his forehead tasted like. I knew I could sit back and nothing fundamental would have changed. I did not sit back.
I like it!
her lips on mine
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
Soft air between us
The Walrus was Paul
Why do you persist on kissing me, whilst I obviously fake the deep breathing and the not so rapid eye movement?
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Why can't I get that good kind of depression?
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