December 2010
When Kissing Was Enough
quickienewyork:
Kissing her reminds me of a time when kissing was enough. I remember cars, parks, and bedrooms with just enough time to get lost in each other but never enough to figure out where we might go. I kiss her for hours, and we get thrown out of bars and taxis like teenagers in a Jersey diner. She tastes like whiskey and Burt’s Bees and it’s all I can do to keep from undressing her....
