Under The Duvet

Wed 16th January, 2013 @ 6:23pm by beardvisonmedia


That smile she has, that look in deep pools of sapphire,
teeth clench just below sweet pink lips, any man’s desire,
go home she said, behind a wicked, widening grin.
How could I move? When all I long is to grasp her chin,
I would pull her forward and breathe into her neck,
hold her tightly, hand clasped against her sides, I check.
For a glimpse of trepidation in those eyes,
but there’s only happiness, no demise.
And when it was time to leave, she stayed with me.

- The Real Veal



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