Sunday, February 7, 2010

You can call me Fantasy.

Wow, this sure feels like a first date.

Awkward silence and a few blank stares. You go to the rest room. I get the chance to freshen up a little, and slightly unbutton my shirt. I turn the lights off and light a few candles. You're back. You sit on the couch while I offer to fix you a drink. Your austere look is making me slightly nervous. I get you your whiskey.
Before we know it we've moved a whole lot closer to each other. 'The Way you Look Tonight' is thumping from inside the upstairs apartment.
I can feel your warm breath in my face.
I try to kiss you...yet you turn up and kiss my forehead instead.

How I long for that kiss...

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