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Sometimes making out is all that is really on my mind.

Perhaps we have not seen that each other in a long while, or when we just recovered from a fight, or we just jumped off a bridge into a river, or I just watched Pretty Women and now I am super hyped up on chick porn.

I find my mind to be a lustful, passionate thing. The mere thought of his warm hands on my sides drawing circles as his mouth gently presses to mine in the wanting way mouths tend to press... sigh... makes me reach for the phone.

The phone call that ensues is not a wordy one. It is dipped in desire, which mutes whatever words flow from our conversation. Too much is happening for you to come over here and give me the kiss I want. I have too much homework, and you have work. The importance of the desired make out session is deemed a nonissue. I go back to my studies and you go to work.

But it does not help with the longing to have a kiss in this irretrievable moment. Next time I see you, I will retrieve it.