Monika tell me a sweet little lie, like you love me. Except, leave out the “lie” part. I would so love to hold you, feel the back of my fingers gently brush the side of the beautiful dark skin of your cheek. I wish I could say these words to you.
I so loved it when you came into my office this morning. We were bantering. I told you that you were getting chunky which of course we both know is not even close to being true. I am so smitten with you. You were talking about how old you are. You’re 28! Hello! You’re a girl, such a lovely young girl. At one point I raised my hand up in exasperation about how “old” you think you are. You then, met my hand with yours in kind of a playful sort of punch. I wasn’t expecting it. The feel of you skin on mine. It was a very soft hit and long enough for me to feel.
Sometimes, maybe most of the time, I think that the possibility exists.
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