Sweet Things

Sweet Things

I used to touch him like I had all the time in the world to memorize the landscape of his flesh.  I touched him as if he would be mine forever.  It started a coffee shop with a latte mustache that I could not resist.  He was alone that table beside mine and though he was a stranger I leaned over and wiped it off slowly with my thumb.  His eyes caught mine, challenging me to be even bolder.  I sucked the foam off my finger daring him to say…anything.

“Missed a spot,” he said softly, leaning over to me and like that I was kissing a handsome stranger who tasted like caramel and vanilla.  A short time later back at my apartment I found  that it wasn’t just the coffee that made him sweet.  He tasted like candy all over.  I kept him on my tongue for hours.  I kept him in my bed for days.

I thought I had forever, there was no reason to think otherwise until there was.  If I licked a thousand others they would only taste…not like him.  They would remind me that I used to touch him like I had all the time in the world to memorize the landscape of his flesh…

10 thoughts on “Sweet Things

  1. […] Sweet Things is what they inspired from me….  Hope you enjoy! 🙂 […]

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  2. VictoryInTrouble says:

    Girl! That was awesome! I want a lick!!

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  3. I just read Victoryintrouble’s piece and then yours…
    I loved both!
    Jackie69

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  4. ashmo2000 says:

    How sweet it is; )

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  5. […] has been a busy bee! One shots galore! Reflections and a Flash Fiction called Sweet Things and another one shot called Brutal Mercies and another one called Bleed For […]

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  6. estrella75 says:

    nicely done…i like the quick flow and structure. good exercise

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