Friday, April 10, 2015

A to Z: I is for Invitation

For A to Z 2015 I will be posting flash fiction, all random, all the crazy musings of a crazy mind. Hope you like them.

I is for Invitation
His lips touch mine, just a brush, just a hint of all that could be mine. He waits; there but not quite. He could pull back now and say it was just a friendly thing, nothing at all meant by it, and we’d both laugh and move on. We’d pretend we didn’t know the truth: that he was offering himself to me.
Do I want this? His lips taste like chocolate: warm and full. My tongue slides over mine, just to moisten, I tell myself, as I offer as much as he has, as my tongue lightly grazes his lips.
Those same lips which turn up into a smile: invitation accepted and returned.