Flirting. Your echoing still inside my ears, Naked thoughts or repeated laughter. A white smile or blood red lips. I hide these lines behind black Text. Typing. We are rapt with conversation of Lives overflowing these simple Hours appear to me as moments Shared over latte or Thai iced Tea. Grinning. Too warn this commotion. Sex secrets or the time you Made a bra out of bubble bath, Stirring me from long slept distant Dream. 5/99