Click

I press my breasts together and I look at the result – I click.

I pout gently, just a bit – I click.

I click into a place where we share space, where I can see you looking back at me instead of my own wanton face in the square.

I’d like you in the curves of my body, I’d like you in the curls of my hair.

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