His lips were pink and soft.
I have never kissed soft pink lips before...was it real? The man kissing me. I don't know him. But our lips seemed to know each other. I wish it were my first kiss. Was it a dream? He? But he seems like mine...It seemed like his is...so real. So damn real.
He kissed me. He was in a rush...never seen a man moving so fast until my eye laid upon him. And then slow. Very slow. Then so quickly out the door. I stare at the wooden door, missing the figure that was once in front of me. He didn't even say goodbye...and then he came back. The unlocked door opened again, and there he was. Smiling an apologetic smile as he moved towards me. And then a slow hungry kiss. His lips on mine. Mmmh, his lips on mine!
He's so beautiful. I keep thinking about him.
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Eye in the Sky, Don't Leave
Short Story"Why did I have to fall in love with you?" I question as hot steam fills my ribs. But it's not his warmth. It's not coming from him. James sighs, looking down. "Why won't you just let me die?" I whisper, choking on the tension between life and death...
