Insatiable Desire.

jos, de tu boca,

first words I h

r eyes, tongue

oem in both Spanish and English. It was the second week of school, and he had moved to Public Sp

dn't quit staring at

19 yea

e on his face, mixed with his black brows, eyelashes, and short black hair, gave

eyes were filled with possessive want, and I wanted to fall at hi

uiz looked at me with a half

of breath.

nced, shocking me sufficiently to swiftly grab my papers. One dropped t

felt uncomfortably wet, so I folded my arms. I was conscious of how my vintage black-and-rose-printed Betsey Johnson slip dress and black f

e of the poem you're rea

by Neruda," I said in a fain

lk louder. Remember: this is a public spea

. He slouched low in his chair, his long legs sprawled across the front row. His l

p breath,

nd I saw his tongue in the corner of his mouth. By the second phrase, I was smiling. It's

right Florida sun, shaking with feverish want. A gentle han

said, his

es

ther. I was somewhat bashful back then. And I avoided males that resembled

little wrist seemed del

Augus

ealed dimples b

What are you going to do this weekend?" Are you planning to attend the Fantas

best friend, had told me about the party

as if I'd spent the day at the beach in August. His eyes were the

ve any plan

I'd never seen such

you should be fo

ain, and he gave m

in