About Relationships
By naninina
he is man#1. man#1 is not my lover. he sits right next to me everyday. he turns his head to the left when he wants to look at my eyes. when this place is crowded, i lose sight of him. then he will walk right by me and touches my shoulder, slightly, but gently. his touch gives me peace like a friendly breeze does, when it blows against my face. man#2 is someone i kiss in the middle of a romantic dinner. while he's driving his right hand holds my left hand. he asks me to shave my legs on friday nights. and i walk with him whether it's sunny or stormy. man#1 touches the chin of his girl the way he touches my shoulder. man#2 never seems to be satisfied. the curve of his lips when man#1 smiles kills me softly, though not e n t i r e l y.ps. Man#1 is someone I work with. Man#2 is my boyfriend. Written April 3rd, 2002 © on Jul 23 2002 05:40 PM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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