In the 'Glomming'
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"Glom!" she said
Huh? I thought ... "Glom onto me - I want to be glommed!"
Is that even a word?
Well, even if SO, I'm not a glommer ...
Or the glomming type
Still ... if I applied a bit of sensuality to the interpretation
Then ... perhaps ...
She was certainly glom-able
Was I staring at her?
Did she catch my sly 'I'd love to find out what glomming means' look?
Uh-oh ... she's smiling ...
"You don't talk much, do you?" she giggled, winking
I DO, I thought, but mostly with my hands
"Then touch me!" she replied
What the ...?? I spun to hide my smile ... and surprise
How did she hear that? Or was she just guessing?
"Oh, I never guess!" she answered my silence
Grabbing the front of my jacket with both hands, she slid me toward her
Across the slippery snow, smiling like a fox
"Did you ... ?" I started ...
"Shhhhhhhhhh!" she said, putting a purple fingernail to my lips
Then drew my mouth to hers, lips parting
Glom, indeed, I thought
And psychic, too
I'm in deep this time ... oh, hell ...
Glom away!
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2020
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