That's Enough For Tonight
by sloanranger
I use my wiles, I force you to sit with me in front of a film that I know will make you smile. We are eating bowls of thick soup with hot bread.
Talking and listening to music afterwards, I cannot tell the difference, is it firelight or laughter crackling in your green eyes at me? We are warmed... before we pause and go to our desks on the other side of the room.
Later, I rise and approach - I kiss the back of your neck and I whisper: Come with me... that's enough for tonight.
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Passing Strange
ПоэзияA collection of poetry dealing with love in all its stages. I hope you discover something to your liking.
