04 November, 2004

Sweet Nothing

...candy on the beach, there's nothing better/ but I like candy when it's wrapped in a sweater....

His eyes are warmer than I am used to. He’s on the phone. He reaches with one arm, fingers urging me forward. Naturally, I drop what I’m holding and walk into it. He holds me longer than I am used to, affording me extra moments to nuzzle his neck, to inhale him, to take advantage of our well matched size. I feel his smile against my hair.

(I Want Candy; Bow Wow Wow)

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