You close. Me wanting, thinking, wanting, more. Breathing deep, shaking breath. Fingers on mine, touching my touch. Running up and down my arm. Lips brushing mine. Closer closer. So warm. Warm. Warm. So hot. Stay. Smiling. Palm on stomach. Looking, seeing. Blushing. Seeing. Closer. Again. Come closer. Oh My God. Closer. So warm. Touching my touch. Shaking breath. Again.



I am smiling.

I've had bullshit from people who call themselves my friends to my face. Whatever. No loss.

But I am smiling.

I have had an amazing couple days. And its easy to see why I have been smiling (Its you). And blushing. It's the way you look at me. It's okay that you "don't think you can stop." I don't want you to.

All I need now is four spoons, some toothpicks, a sequin ball gown and black eyeliner. The eyeliner is key. Palm tree bandit in the dark or night.

-kln-

Get ready...