The Window of Longing
A sensual encounter takes a haunting turn, leaving a man questioning reality and desire.
She looked from her window, and beautifully smiled. But even from across the streets, I could sense sadness in her eyes. After a few days, I asked her through my window, “Should I come over? Or just stand here all the time and let this tension between us go?” She turned her back towards me, and I was disappointed. But then she slipped off her blouse, and it got me damn excited. She looked over her shoulder and signed me t...
