Kiss, kiss

There I was, looking for a space to stretch. Looking for a place in the gym away from the gaze of the super fit. I don’t need and certainly don’t want their pity. But everywhere I turned there were heterosexual couples kissing, squeezing, hugging, lip biting, dry humping. Really? Isn’t Sunday the Lord’s day? Shouldn’t you all be procreating at church?

Published by Mari

I was born with a widow's peak and a thick accent. I majored in English as a second language. I work (marianeladearmas.com) and travel (alittlecubangoesalongway.com) and sometimes do both.

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