“But you’re not kissing a married woman.”
Tossing and turning throughout the night. It was too hot, because it was too cold. My furnace was running all night long. I woke up at 3. I woke up at 5. I woke up at 8.
It was when I was waking up at 8 did I get another dream. With I. I thought I was through with her. Yet the heat got to me.
She’s visiting. I don’t really know why. Knowing what I know about her I ask, “How’s your little girl?” “She’s good.” And we’re off talking about her family.
Yet, we end up in an embrace. She’s on my lap now, and I am kissing her half-hearted.
“I don’t feel comfortable kissing a married woman with kids.”
“But you’re not kissing a married woman.” She wants me to show her how.
And we embrace in an even more passionate way.
I miss that. The feel of a woman. Their body next to yours.
Why do I feel the need to write these down? Why do I post them on the internet? Anyway, I thought the quote was great, something Barbara Stanwyck would say.