I had hoped that you’d kiss me. Not with an adult hope that lives, with a rueful shrug, beyond experience. But with a naïve hope I’d forgotten; the boundless hope of the completely impossible. And you did! Amongst the cars and the trees and the ochre light. The corners of the books you’d brought for me digging into my side. An impatient kiss. Hungry. Quick and stolen and filled with surprise. Your hands barely touching me. Your grey eyes closed. And as I walked away, I was thinking only that I wanted you to kiss me again.
La Dolce Vita
…once upon a time, there was a girl…
La Dolce Vita 
Oh bluddy hell. Now I need to go and get kissed.
Oh bluddy hell. Now I need to go and get kissed.
Mmmm. Every girl does. I decree, every girl should go and get kissed. Right now!
See? Hope is real.
Aye, Martin. Actually, how odd is that…that both of us blog about hope, in a form, on the same day.
cool…you have an amazing way with words…loved it…ok…where to find someone to smooch, right now!!!
Thanks Stef. I know. Why is no one around to smooch when you need them?
reminds me of socks! lots of it around but not when you are looking for it.
And just when you find a good pair, and wear them all the time, they get holes.
’tis true.
besame mucho, mucho, mucho, besame mucho
and we are talking about socks
I like that tune. Listening at the momento.
And yes, we are always talking about socks!