A story exists. You know, the one where you fall in
love (once
upon that time),
the one where she comes
through
the door
and occupies your bed.
Not a prince to test you with some silly shoe
but a femme in fancy dress
whose lust is all
for you.
Tag: love
In sadness, he said
leaning back in his chair,
we complement each other
very well
And smiled across the cluttered space
expectant
as if a question reposed there