fantasia



She knows she can fill him, fill him until he overflows. She knows the scent of him on her sheets, the way his eyes crease with laughter and that dark little mole that sits a perfect finger width below his belly button.....
She knows he likes his cereal warm and his juice ice cold. She knows he doesn't like coffee or Liz Phair but that's okay because she doesn't like Tex Perkins or cool mint mouth wash.

She knows his eyes are grey blue. And she knows that when he sleeps his fingers are laced into the inside of his pillow case.
She knows he finds her sexy in his old flannel shirt and her black rimmed glasses with her hair perched like a birds nest on the back of her head.

She knows he thinks Walt Whitman is Walt Disneys evil twin....she knows he thinks that sex is better than chocolate, most of the time.

She knows everything about him,

everything that is except his name.

2004-12-10 4:02 p.m.