That Killarney
Posted on June 11th, 2008 in killarney passion
That Killarney
Sliding into the booth Killarney draped her bare leg over my thigh, discreetly the waiter looked away.
Killarney’s left hand caressed my jaw, her tongue painting a mandala on my ear.
“It means eternal peace” she cooed, “or it means I’m your eternal piece,” mocking her own Irish accent.
I feigned disinterest as my hand snaked around her waist. The waiter now fidgeted nervously.
Patrons sat transfixed, Killarney flipping her head back sending lush red hair bouncing up then pouring onto her shoulders. The diners responded with silent applause.
They all wished Killarney theirs, though never doubting she was mine.
Published by Craig Daniels
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