voeux
“One moment the world is as it is. The next, it is something entirely different. Something it has never been before.”
I long to be in love. To feel my body wrought with desire. I want to sit at the cafe by the beach and order a large shrimp paella and bottle of wine and listen to the waves and lick the salt from my fingers.
I want to sit across from someone who knows the questions to ask, beyond the colloquial mechanisms of conventional society. Intimacy is stroked by curiosity. I’ve been perched on a metal stool- feet dangling like a child. Watching.
I desire to be kissed. Not by a mouth- though that is quite nice too. A warm hand at my waist, wrapping tight as the thick leather belt I hook at my left hip.
The man next to me smokes in a fussy fashion. Puffing and pouting.
Perhaps broodiness isn’t sexy.
He’s put his cigarette out in a small ceramic dish and left with a full mug of coffee- removing the obtuse aroma of cheap aftershave.
How one breathes is the most significant element of identifying the baseline of the persona.
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