Brush her lips with water, your fingers are clean, the water is wet, and her mouth is a hard drawn line.

Would it hurt? Is there harm?

Should he be seen, he would be seen.

A conjuring touch of water, less than a kiss, a brush of the lips with this┬áhere toad, please wake up. A kiss, no, that’s for philosophers. A brush of water upon the lips. Too deep to venture swimming.

So he will wait, with low expectations. And wait.


Author: Steven Baird

Writer, amateur photographer, ad compositor and chicken herder.

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