Kissing Kathy

Kissing Kathy

In the midst of a bustling kitchen, with stories and laughter floating on the picnic-scented kitchen air, she gazed into her eyes while her soft lips drifted down to meet the back of a protective hand clutched tightly in her own. Even as I watched as inconspicuously as I could, I knew, at that moment, the indoors’ picnic dissipated and Kissing Kathy may as well have been painted and framed for a private showing.

O the beauty of lovers in love…

August 16, 2010


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