Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Every Inch





''Ι' ll be inspecting every inch of your body'', he said, over the phone.

She laughed.

 Firstly because of the choice of words, 'inspect', what a strange thing to say...
And because she doubted they'll ever, (ever!) meet
And even if they did, they'd have other stuff to do, more likely than inspections, right?

Plus, inspecting what???
imperfections, came to her insecure mind
or harsh reality,
so different to the imaginary world they had been building over the last 5 months
she didnt like the sound of it
and quickly brushed it aside

14 months on
his fingers caressing her body
after a passionate session of love consumated
i n s p e c t i n g
every inch of it
the curve of her back
between her thighs
under those ear lobes
the sculp of her head, running fingers between locks of hair
the rough spot on her heels
inspecting 
again and again
looking for signs of change since the last time he met her
noticing the passing of time through his fingertips
just like he did the very first time they were naked together
i n s p e c t i n g
every inch of her body
as he had promised...
then tracing those inspected itineraries with soft kisses

Inspettore dell' Amore..






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