Monday, August 9, 2010
One Hundred Ninety-Four
Lunch was wonderful--the golden brown glow of a slightly green and one darker brown pair of eyes set my appetite towards flesh instead of salad. I could hardly eat anyway--they say you have to smell to taste your food, and all I could inhale was you--my lover, my reason for eating at all.
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