November 2011
4 posts
W. W. Norton: The Kiss →
wwnorton:
She pressed her lips to mind. —a typo
How many years I must have yearned for someone’s lips against mind. Pheromones, newly born, were floating between us. There was hardly any air.
She kissed me again, reaching that place that sends messages to toes and fingertips, then all the way to…