Connect the dots.
March 1, 2010
she knows all my favourite spots,
and tonight we will connect the dots …
It was so simple being with you. A gentle laugh in my ear, a casual touch on the skin of my wrist, a look that lingers long enough on my lips. It all begins with an inside joke with our last names. Tan-Ong. Tanong. In Tagalog, it means question. But there is never any question. There is never any awkwardness between us even after everything. Even after I allowed myself to be open and vulnerable in front of you, over you, beneath you… Do you know what you are doing to me? You make me trust like never before. You smile, and I know your body is mine, yet your eyes tell me your heart is not.
But it doesn’t matter. All I need is your lips and your hands, and everything is right in my world.
Oh yes, and your kinky tricks, too ; )
