Thirsty

Written by Jacob Ibrag

Thirsty

for his thoughts, she drifted

towards him. What was he thinking?

What does he desire? She kissed his neck

and whispered, “I’ll figure you out, sooner or

later.” He dazed at her with a puzzled grin,

“there’s nothing to figure,  all I need is

your stares and wandering lips.”

Quenched.

Painting by Laura Blank