Thursday Thoughts #2

He tried to scold me for being too sensual and affectionate
with a touch,
a touch that feels me currents and waves of confusion.

He looked at me straight in the eye this one time,
when his legs were against mine,
and my hands were against his.

Other than that there were no other skin that touched.

There was no kiss,

just breathing.

Then he told me, “Give me one lovely word.”

and I answered,

“Fried-chicken”


 

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