"Love me?" she asks a grin
Spreading over her features
As she tries to tease him to
Words he is not yet ready for.
He kisses her instead, stopping
Both her questions and her grin.
He gets carried away and off
They go to bed where she lies
And sighs inside and thinks to
Herself, "It was a question, not
A request," as his body rises
And falls on top of her own.

12/06/2007

Posted on 12/06/2007
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