Staring into the clear blue sky my mind escapes to the great what if.
What if this airport martini Is tasty and I cannot refrain
from having another? What if his smile reflects
on the frosty glass and I cannot resist
looking his way and giving
him a sly little smile?
My eyes do the
A vacuum of matter filled with desire
As I release a slow hungry moan of longing
his humid breath on the back of my neck whispers
“come with me…we can discover that clear blue sky together and escape”
by Connie Young and Maria Elena (JAN, 2016)