kissing and subways

lost in his kiss she remembered the belgium subway. was his tounge like the subway, her mouth the underground tunnel? a strange time for a memory like that. it was the first time she had ever thought about that subway and she recalled that it was hardly her favorite. she was with susan that day and they both had britaney spear's "toxic" stuck in their head.

oh well, banish the thought she told her brain. she had a much more interesting thing taking her attention, his lips, his tounges, every thing together. the way his arms wrapped the whole way around her back and how she had to stand on tiptoe to hug his neck. the way her neck would lean back and her smile would explode and how she wanted to hop and giggle with the overwhelming love she felt. and so she would. he didn't care. he smiled back and then kissed her some more.