Monday, July 2, 2007

Nerve Zero

Light. Smoke. Murmur. Glasses tinkling. Distance.

Our gazes meet in the mirror.

Over somebody`s shoulder she follows my gaze sliding down her back in open back dress and slowly moves her naked leg through dress slit as if she was checking out her heel.

I remove sugar crystals from glass rim with my finger and put the finger in my mouth, licking them off.

Her pupils dilate.

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