kewayne wadley

In the topic of magazines. I sat on the cover, close to the reflection of her eyes. Relaxed in the greeting of open arms. She paused, sitting upright.  The gap between us now closer. Allowing the invitation of smiles. Our upright becoming a corner staple in the edge of anticipation. We both sat. Allowing ourselves to do what came natural. My reflection seen clear in the middle of her eyes. Her personality pasted all around me. No currency was exchanged in the beauty of two souls flipping to page 42. Reading the full article. Taking our time not to wrinkle the pages. Moving from the cover to emotional commitment. The exchange of excitement Where she was free to be herself just as I. Ideally, I reread every paragraph. Falling in love with everything represented to be pharmaceutical to deep need. Constantly reading then rereading the same passages over and over. Hiding myself behind the cover. Wanting to know more