thelastasthmatic

the candlelight is soft and warm
the caress of a gentle lover
your face a vision in its glow
your beauty like no other

you lie there in your dress of red
with silver on your wrist
your lips curl in a sleepy smile
the contentment of a kiss

the wisps of fire reflected in
your dark and longing gaze
the passion of a woman
from a more romantic age

-written for redwinterroses


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"Sean, if the professor calls about that job tell him sorry, but I had to go and see about a girl. "