By Kelly P. Miller
The sauce dripped on my chin, and you leaned over the table, swiped it off with a stroke of your pointer finger, and my insides tightened when you cleaned it with your own tongue. You asked me calmly if the wings were to my liking while I sat transfixed by your mouth. Delicious, was my answer, and you smiled as if you had cooked them. Your mouth. Smiling, cleaning. It was all I could do to not jump across the table for two and land chip to chip, ranch dip to ranch dip, lip to lip. Celery stick? Please, and quick.
Oh, my gosh!! I loved this. I could
see it happening. Great story.
Lovely
Fantastic!
Haha! Great read! Loved it!
That was very cute! Loved the end!!! You done good!
That second last sentence is amazing!
An absolute delight!
Thank you so much, everyone! You all have pleased the punch out of me. 🙂
This made me smile (and reminded me of a few nights as well). 😉