by Quin Browne

I will never be kissed again. Lips may touch my neck, my breasts, my back... that sensitive skin at the nape of my neck, the crook of my elbow, the inside of my wrist. The soft and delicate tissue just inside your lip will only touch me on my sweat slicked skin as our breathing stills, in joy, in release, in... that moment when we bond. Deep kisses give the promise of emotions surrendered, of soft sun filled places to which I will never go again as I choose now to only swim in the dark, deep maelstrom of physical twists and touches. Do not look for more, this is all I am able to give and this, this is better than nothing. Isn't it?


Quin Browne, author of Horizontal Vortex, lives in New York City. She likes it there.


Hal said...

This really sucks, Quin. I'm disappointed, reading this, and seeing it come from a writer who has shown the talent in your other works. Get it together, would you?

Bob Jacobs said...

Phew! I'm guessing you're no virgin, am I right??

Quin said...

hal~you are right. it only needs a romance novel and bath beads to make it really suck completely. i sit ashamed.

bob~um, sure i am. and, i've land for you to buy in utah right on the beach if you believe that.

austere said...

Liked this.

mgirl said...

I missed your writing, Quin. I like this, but swimming in the dark can be lonley, I know.

Anonymous said...

Am I the only one who found this so deeply sad?
This was beautiful.

Quin said...

austere~thank you

mg~i know what i wanted to say, i didn't say it properly

c46~you are far too kind. you've seen the core, and ignored the bad words surrounding it. thank you for that.

Harry said...

Love's Philosophy
Percy Bysshe Shelley

The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever,
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle;--
Why not I with thine?
See! the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower would be forgiven,
If it disdained it's brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;--
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?

Pucker up Quin, there's bound to be a few more kisses in you.

Quin said...


i'm yours.