Smile but do not Speak
Rewrite the Editors Prompt
Laying on my bed, you weren’t mine. Still, your fingertip caught in the grinning teeth of your smiling mouth as your naked foot stretches out to poke me with your toes… what is the game you’re playing?
You know that skirt doesn’t cover everything it should when you lay on your stomach, pale bare legs escaping the hem stretch towards me revealing the slightest hint of lace at their union, but the way you look back at me over your shoulder does more to pound my chest.
You are not mine…
One small barrier, one great gulf, and I am guilty already. Behind my eyes my lips are already on you, hands beneath you, the rhythmic pounding of blood in my ears.
Smile, but do not speak, I am not strong enough. You are not mine.