let's stay in
tonight,
build a fire.
make dinner.
do nothing,
but lie upon the sofa
in candle light.
let's spin
whatever music
there is
that makes us happy.
let's listen to the rain
outside
upon the trees,
the roof,
the ground.
let's see
what lips can do against
each other.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
1 comment:
You say the world is filled with silly love songs. . .what's wrong with that, I need to know cause here I go. . .again. You and your love poems. this one is kinda nice.
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