Secret Date: Table Tease I

You and me, baby. Let’s meet up.

In a public space, a place we both know- the café-pub-bar where the staff are our mutuals.

We sit at separate tables, out of reach, but within view: you see me and I see you.

I order a hot chocolate, you, a beer, coffee or wine.

It’s quiet- it is just after noon. Winter feels flushed with heat rising from our chests, travelling through our necks, radiating into shoulders- it’s a wonder our chins aren’t aglow. We are fireflies, flitting, testing…

“Hey you”, I say, lighting up your screen. Your dick twitches in your jeans and you burn for me. I’ve seen how hard you get for me- you’ve shown me.

We’re going to make each other wet with words: digital touching, under-table fondling, exchanging flustered, sweaty, stolen looks…

Published by Ciona Bhachu Nankervis

Multilingual, British Indian (Panjabi) writer and artist from Birmingham, UK.

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