Critical Comparison

I once had a boyfriend who

Liked to make out

Whilst listening to

Critical thinking podcasts.

 .

I would listen to the gentle smacking

Of his lips against mine

And he would move to the strange rhythm of the debates.

I would feel his brow furrow as he whispered

‘Masked man fallacy’ in the crook of my neck and

We would curl into each other’s laughter.

I thought it was so hot.

 .

I had no idea I’d find someone who

Was turned on by the near silence

Who needed nothing but

The sounds of his hands sliding up my thighs

And the feeling of

Breaths leaving our noses

And warming each other’s top lips.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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