Just a hug

It all started in such an innocent way.
We meet each other on the street, so long since the last time, we approach for greetings, but you also hug me, and I return.
A hug just a bit too tight, lasting a moment too long, and my kiss on the cheek falls close to your ear, your skin seems to burn.
That point attracts me like a magnet, I don't know what to do with it.

Just a moment, then everything is back to normal, greetings to the next occasion, in a year, ten years, who knows. It never went differently between us.

This time, however, was not like the others, because a few days later, after the weekend, I saw you coming into my art gallery, there was no one else at that time.
So I removed the blue filter glasses I use so as not to burn my eyes with the screen, I got up to greet you.

Years ago you had already come to see the place, I had opened it recently, there had been a moment, even without any contact I felt your warmth, and I felt myself falling, as if you had a gravity field. We didn't touch each other, you left immediately, but I'm convinced you felt it too.

This time you asked me for another hug at once, and it was even tighter, even longer, so much so that my hands came down from your shoulders, to join almost over your butt.
To squeeze you better.
And I lifted my head from your shoulder to touch your nose with mine.

"Do you have this curiosity?"

"Here, yes, it's a curiosity .."

We kissed, there in front of the shop window, in view of whoever passed by, I could get to know your tongue, thick, overbearing, I pretended to bite you where I used to kiss, just rested my teeth.

" And now ? "
The tone in which you said it was almost worry, pity. For yourself?

"If you want more, you go and close the door, there is the key in the lock.
If not, nothing happened, we said hi. "

And you turned that key, closed it, followed me upstairs to the flat, where I keep the best paintings. And we started back where we left off.

I was not waiting for guests, the heating was off, it was cold, but there's the duvet on the bed. Buried under the duvet and the woolen blanket we did everything, you wanted everything, you thought there would be no other occasions and I didn't ask for it.

But then, as we spent the last few minutes before you left, I had that moment of vanity, I showed you on the phone AES, the list of my stories, I didn't really think you would read them. I didn't even think you'd go digging out those of a certain type.

Instead, two days have passed, a new weekend is approaching, and you are still here, with your eyes wide open and a question that you cannot ask.
And this time I hug you without even asking.

Things go as before, you turn the key, I take you up, naked, duvet.
And you ask me if I really do such things, and I am kissing you above and below the breast, I answer with my mouth full, I know it's not polite.

"See that chair in the corner? There's a belt hanging under that pile of clothes. I don't get up from here, but if you want, take it and give it to me."

And you really got up. You brought me the belt, not the smooth one I use for pants, the red one with the hard leather pads.
I showed you, no one forced you to sigh when the cold surface slipped on your nipple when I caught your breast in the curve.
When i swept your lips, it's you who stretched your tongue to make it slide, and you didn't take your eyes off mine even for a moment.
You have made it all clear.

We both know what will happen next time I see you come through that door.



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