He strips his tie from his neck and throws it on the bar
Next to his glass of whiskey next to my martini
His voice is soft and subtle like a night ocean tide
I can’t imagine him ever screaming at me.
He tells me stories I wish I could have lived
And I laugh nervously to think I can’t keep up.
As we sit in the candlelight in a corner of the room
He intrigues me to wonder what our bodies would
Look like through the candlelight on my bed.
Our eyes linger for too long for comfort
Because we each see something in the other’s
Though what is unspoken is often true
I long to tell him there’s something stirring
And this water we’re treading is deeper
Than we both imagined.
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