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By B.K. Date: 2002 Nov 16 Comment on this Work [[2002.11.16.07.52.18018]] |
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Slag glass lamps beside her pewter bed Shadows chase in gold and red The air scented in exotic blooms Candles glow within the room Moonlight frames the window in light Twinkling stars their firelight They sit downstairs with wine and song Laughing and cooing it's almost dawn Finally he winks and makes his move She steps into another room Then steps back out in fine French lace You should see the look upon his face He's carrying her up the flight of stairs He's closing the door hey that's not fair Dottie give me those binoculars come back to bed Just don't get any fancy notions inside your head. ©bk2002 |