Purple Thong

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90 minutes alone.
Driving and smiling.
With a favorite purple thong under a black mini skirt.

45 minutes with two.
Blue wedding attire, glassy eyes, and wine unopened.
Harsh lighting and a laptop.
Naked toes meet stockinged toes under another's leg.
Flirting and nervous laughter.
Buttons and zippers.
Whispered secrets and kisses.
Permissions granted. Permissions missed.
Stains on a black suit jacket.
A surprise kiss-gift relayed from another.
Watch the blue evening gown sashay away.

College days revisited on a smoky burgandy leather couch.
Kisses and touches.
An exposed nipple and a glimpse of purple.
TV squawking along with the man behind the counter.
Expressed out of the express inn.
Stroll a parking lot by lamplight.
Cheeks flushed with the night.
Cold air, cold hands.
Heated car, warm skin.
High school days revisited in a Honda.
Flesh touches flesh and windows fog.
Kisses softer than the rain.
Two lines not crossed.
A purple gift with instructions attached.
A hand kissed and fingers sucked.
Stains on black suit pants.
75 minutes with one.

90 minutes alone.
Driving and smiling.
With the radio under a full moon.


60 hours with others.
Instructions rebuked and request denied.
Opportunity missed.
A face is slapped. Twice.
Purple is not held warm and near.

A week with 3000 miles.
A game with new rules.
Actions and reactions.
Fuzzy lines & lessons.
Purple sheds ungrateful tears and consorts with dirty socks.

Countless minutes alone.
Sitting and thinking.
With a PO Box under the keymaster's initials.

Waiting for a favorite purple thong, frosted, to return to its field of juniper.