I saw her there. Her lover fidgeting and fighting the uncomfort. We locked eyes and without hesitation she lunged in for a quick kiss. Her lover emotionally handcuffed stood with stiff lips. And as always, she vollyed to whomever gave her the attention she craved. I enjoyed the PDA. It was refreshing, bolder and more ripe than the red blend itself. Unfortunately, six inches appeared and ruined my moment.
I have relinquished most of her, yet a few images of past flash before me.
A brief feeling of numbness is tolerable.
Her mourning coffee 