at your cottage
We’re at your cottage, wrapped in a blanket. You give me that enticing look, part Romeo, part Casanova. You tell the stories you love. I listen, but all I notice is you. Your eyes, sparkling in the dark. Your lips, mine. Your chest, rising and falling. You bring the kind of peace I’ve never known before. The fireplace crackles. Pour me some more wine. Let’s stay like this till the end of time.
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