What The Fuck Is An F Bomb?

Ward Clever at his finest.

Ward Clever

You said I should stop dropping F bombs in this library. I said Shhhh. You just pretended to be annoyed and rolled your eyes.

I was kidding. We kissed in the stacks, back by the philosophy section, when no one was looking. I sneaked another one right on your sensuous lips when you weren’t looking. You laughed. Your eyes were closed, as though you were anticipating it. I said so, and you just smiled and looked back at the shelves.

Science! You came up behind me and put your hands over my eyes and said Guess who? I guessed everyone but you, until you insisted I guess by feel rather than sight. I told you I would guess by scent. You were my favorite librarian, and I would know your perfume anywhere. I opened them and your lips were this close to mine, close enough to taste. I tasted them…

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Author: Sudden Denouement

A Literary Collective

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