...and there were these two
oriental girls
who were biting each other's shoulders,
and, so it seemed,
feeling each other out.
At the bar, drinking drinks, beer, something else with ice, lime.
They were meant to be together,
completely extroverted
in their display,
yet no one seemed to notice.
Was it because this is the way they should be?
Legs touching,
Levis,
Legs wrapping,
T-Shirts,
Legs bouncing.
Touching hands,
hitting,
all but the most blatant of sexual displays.
Yet all was soft,
and there was a certain flow to their being,
as if it was all so natural.
So clean, pure, quiet.
They communicated so much,
with so little effort.
So much to me.
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