December 17, 2008

the comic book.


It was amusing to watch you turn your back on me while you slid your limbs in those faded pants. Too late. I've seen a substantial amount of skin right there, what a nice view from where I'm sitting. I snorted in the effort of the unconscious (or otherwise) modesty. What are you doing? It was supposed to come out that way, but what I really said was: "I've seen more than that." Just then you realized what you did, the momentary shock written in your face. I had intended to laugh but I settled for a smirk instead. Me and my unusual vocal perverseness. You covered the distance in 3 steps instead of 6, surprising me in turn as you bent to my level on the floor and wiped that smirk in my face with a rather hasty, hard kiss. You always liked to get even.