July 8, 2010

Drabble #39

Prompt: Superstition

Just two weeks apart, but they were the loneliest of my life. I don’t even get a “hello” in before my mouth is sealed by your kiss. Lips still connected, we start undressing each other, creating a tangle of arms and clothes. Rushing into the bedroom, I push through furniture, lose my balance and tumble into your mirror, sending it crashing to the floor. Maybe it will bring seven years of bad luck, but I could pay penance for the rest of my life for all I care, it will be worth it for this one night of fucking you.

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