concept ;
we have plans for dinner and wine.
i'm in my dainty loft, getting ready,
while you are still at the office
being what you hate being called,
a workaholic.
i think it's adorable though,
every time you frown
as i giggle and ask
'how's my favourite workaholic?'
i'm making alfredo fettuccine,
with hopes it's one of your favourite dishes.
it's late evening now,
i'm dressed in my red silk dress
adorned with my blood red lipstick
and i'm stirring the pasta,
adding finishing touches.
you catch me by surprise,
entering my apartment
earlier than expected,
coming up behind me silently
and swooping me in your arms.
and we kiss like it's our
last time love.
n° 81
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Poetrys t a r s ❝magic tumbled from her pretty lips and when she spoke the language of the universe-the stars sighed in unison.❞ -michael faudet highest ranking n° 9 in thepeopleofsociety | 23 june 2018 n° 2 in intellectual | 30 july 2018 n° 1 in incon...
