Stolen gestures,
like tender words,
will only go so far in the tempering
of each illusion.
Sometimes, I am in awe of you – your gestures, the way your hips
move, the flash of a thigh, your own need.
When I’m not ready to strangle you, of course.
Stolen gestures,
like tender words,
will only go so far in the tempering
of each illusion.
Sometimes, I am in awe of you – your gestures, the way your hips
move, the flash of a thigh, your own need.
When I’m not ready to strangle you, of course.