Every evening.
20:00 Sharp.
He would give her
A hug.
•
(He had put an alarm clock
On the phone
For the punctuality).
Afterwards,
•
She’ll give him a kiss.
A little kiss.
On his cheekbone,
Hovering over
•
His beauty mark,
Caressing softly,
Lingering momentarily
Then pulling away.
•
He wanted a kiss on
His lips.
That the softness will melt
Away every heartache,
•
Every despair.
They stopped all interaction
for a year.
It was when he told her,
•
”…And let’s not talk
about the kiss!
Seducing,
Enticing,
•
Always making me want more.
But I want a kiss on the lips.
On the lips God damn it,
On the lips!”
•
”Why?
So you could tell all the world
You’ve kissed me
Then ditched me
•
Having to face the world alone?!
OF COURSE I want you,
But…
But…”
•
”But you can’t commit.”
They went different ways,
But a year later…
”I am ready now!”
•
She said, and
Her face lit up.
He smiled ravishingly at her.
“It’s 20:00 sharp.”
•
They hugged.
They kissed.
On the mouth,
This time.
•
It was intoxicating.
About the Creator
Maya Or Tzur
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Just a 27 y.o woman writing 'nd stuff. Articles, poems, prose.
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