Foolish Thing Desire


The beautiful one asked me softly if I wanted a drink and without hesitation I said ‘scotch’ and eventually sitting on a table on that bar over delancey and stanton she was curious about my country so I drew up a little map of Colombia on a napkin and even if I was supposedly busy talking out loud I was mostly contemplating her beauty and smile full of teeth while she was sipping her colorful drink and listening to my bullshit when the only thing we wanted was a kiss. So we kissed. Now it’s been over two years. And we will keep on kissing until love will tear us apart. And then some more.

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