With the wink of an eye and a flick of your flame, another Marlboro finds its way from your pocket to my lips. Breathing and burning, smokesighs of relief—
I am too far gone to remember your name.
But the warmth fills and soothes with every intake of breath. Have another shot—or two…from who? Well now I am ready to take a shot at you, Cute Boy—also known as Law Student From Argentina—and although a small something-someone begins to question me, voices just drown in the buzz towards the back of my mind…where everything sinks. sinks. is siiinnnnking. I feel the full force and am loving the fall. So instead of worrying myself over the (now incoherent) blare of your accented voice spilling questions to my ear…
(Flash another stupid smile, giggle just
a little louder.
It’s too late now for the answers to matter.)
I let my head turn over ‘til our noses touch.
I brush too close,
you’re warm and dark…
And I’ve already
”I admire you.”
—your words that stick out. The last I remember of—oh, hey now…
(a darkly pleased smile currrrls upon my face):
Let your hands hold me steady at the small of my back while I lean, a little sloppy, into fresh new lips and learn your strange kiss. Somewhere along the way my fingers comb through your hair…it’s almost automatic, the way I move; and I feel the same overwhelming loss of control. The only difference is that I don’t know you. Nevertheless, in the next few breaths your lips look to my neck in a soft caress…but for only a moment.
Because perhaps that’s when my sister at last pulls me away; oh, she takes such good care of me. I almost forgot just how much I have missed her…ah.
For tonight, my dear, I am far more concerned with guiding my tongue back to yours. (So I do.) And darling, that lovely bottom lip—you just might find it caught in my ravenous bite. (Gentle, now.) These teeth will make you mine. Oh, now if only we were somewhere else, I’d let you—
“eighteen? wow,” (and that was a lie…)
I guess, I guess this
should feel wrong?
my smile remains for a while…
and so do you.