340/365 A Fourth David
was my swimming-pool buddy during Nixon’s last hot, sweaty, nerve-racking months. I spent all summer wishing he (David) would kiss me already, but at its (summer’s) end, when he was saying goodbye for good, the attempt shocked me, and my shyness turned my cheek.
posted by Indigo Bunting at 7:40 AM
7 Comments:
Yeah, I've kissed a girl's ear before, too. It was ok but I usually aim for the lips.
We can be so uncooperative. But some of us like ears.
that could have been so many of us .. I loved it.
I'm all ears!
been so long for me I just about melted when a not totally sober frenchmen kissed my hand! A kiss is a kiss at this point! ;-)
I like the parenthetical notation, to let us know you weren't waiting for Nixon to kiss you...
Eee! I love it.
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