Dizzy
They hug and kiss. Then they get confused and blinded for a moment and bump into things. A hip against the wall, a shoulder in the chest, all the time giggling and giddy. They move around the place together as if crazy-glued. Don't let go. An arm reaches out to take off shoes. A shirt is unbuttoned. They slide together and get muddled as teeth grazes skin. Don't let go. Evening shadows are cast upon the wood floor. A dog is heard far off down the street. Arms find their home round others.
posted by Kathryn @ 2:51 PM
6 Comments:
Kathryn, PLEASE WRITE A BOOK!!!! I love this. Makes me want to call up a certain guy and spend the night with "out teeth grazing skin".
Che bella!
Thanks heaps, Justina. I'm not sure my writing is quite up there for a quality book but perhaps someday I might have a go.
Cheers, babe. xx
Sounds like they need a torch? ;-)
Greavsie! Hello!
A torch would have been useful. But even in the daylight there's general giddy confusion and Running Into Things just happens...
It's nice in a bruisey-type of way.
Have you written any short stories?
Yes, a few. I don't think they are quite up to snuff yet. Major editing needed. But I'm working on some. :)
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