Friday, June 13, 2008
FriendsWithBenefits
A soft giggle, the fluttering of lashes
The rustle of clothes and paper
Quick, low voices whispering,
He makes a funny
She gives an irresistible smile.
He's trapped under her spell.
She's never been exposed,
her naivete shows.
He's drawn to its uniqueness.
Hand over hand,
face to face
their pulses quickening.
A shout, a yell
They disentangle,
their guilty pleasure flushed on their faces.
Their paths temporarily seperated.
They smile inwardly
until their next rendevous.
what we could have been, 11:49 pm.
