given how utterly predictable he is, she should have, perhaps, been expecting anything remotely intimate in the development of what was intended as a friendly conversation & her response is noticeably more physical than verbal, his affections linger on the contours of feminine visage, & in return, hers sting 'pon his. & there is no apology, innocence inscribed 'pon delicate mien in the form of a smile, visual delicacy akin to the butterfly's fragility, here stands a chaotic nebula encased within tangible galactic frame.
" please keep all hands, —- & lips, to yourself, —— unless otherwise given permission. "
