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'Le Clic' by Manara

‘I want to fuck you and I want it now’

...BeepBeep…

‘Put those fingers inside your wet pussy… now… Saturday evening I’ll get them out, babe…’

Contrasts

'La brune et la blonde' by Picabia

We have all been friends for long. Me and them, I mean. Not you. You're the fresh one, replacing someone who was only feeding scars. Now there is you, and scars are healing, and I am happy with that.

It was after Christmas and we went for a drink. Me and her. Nice pub downtown, classy and posh enough, and the first bottle of red wine. She's nice. She looks good. She smells good. She's a good friend and I like her. Sip after sip both wine and talk got warmer, and before I knew we talk about you, her, her lover, her breasts, my hair, and everyone's fantasies… Oh, lover, what a revelation… she comes closer, conversation goes on, and a few times I had no idea what I was saying… between she crossing her legs, sipping the wine, throwing her hair back, looking at my curves and caressing my hair, I was lost…

I call you…

'Babe… I think I drank too much… I think I'll kiss M tonight…'

'What?? Really?... Oh my…Tell me!...'

'Well…'

And I went on on details, whispering, teasing, and your voice failing and you telling me 'Go, baby, go, and tell me all about it…'

Back to the table her lover shows up, so sober and innocent…

'Get a whisky, K!'

'Why, what's up?'

'You're up, babe!...' – I say, and we laugh…

He comes back to the table and I can't wait…

'K… can I kiss your girlfriend?...'

His face was worth paying to see, and all pale and shaking he said…

'Yeah, I guess so…'

The bar was full, the music was loud, the second bottle of red was empty, and so was my head and judgement and her kisses tasted so good!...

'I want you to kiss him…' – she said…

'Are you sure?...'

'Yes, kiss him!'

I kissed her boyfriend, he kissed me, and I didn't know who had the hands up my wide trousers anymore…

I called you on the phone and she wanted to talk to you… only one thing she told me…

'He says I should take you home and make all your dreams come true…'

We left the bar, headed to their place, and the night was long and wet, in dark and blonde, and he sat and watched… I was imagining you there…

Lover, you are all I could have wished for… the best Christmas present…

Anxious

You're coming... again... and again I go in tones of red, antecipating your arrival...