tonight.
tonight it finally came.

the last week was spent in his bed;
every night,
making love in the shadowy dark
every morning,
him kissing me on his way out the door

but so righteously he'd claim:
we need to take things slow.
slower than this.

then he'd invite me to his bed again.

but not tonight.
tonight he is nowhere to be found.

03/27/2007

Posted on 03/28/2007
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