Monday, September 15, 2014

The Goodbye Hug

It was just a little goodbye hug
that didn’t want to say goodbye.
So it braved becoming a quick peck
on the cheek before dragging its lip
into a very light nibble that slid
all the way down as a hungry nuzzle
in the tender crook of her neck. There
is where it turned mutual and sultry,
making its way through firmly pressed
and fully responsive bodies, hushed
moans, heavy breaths, and indiscreet
caresses at the outskirts of public propriety.
A few seconds later, it turned into a rush
of holding hands searching for the closest
private place to become hard wet kissing
and never really saying goodbye again.

Boston Literary Magazine - Fall 2014

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