could see, if they took
the time
to look,
they we made love the night
before.
with my arm
around her waist,
her hand
in mine,
staring into each other's
eyes,
and whispering
as we laughed.
and me, toying with
the buttons
on her blouse, that
troublesome
clasp
at the nape of her
neck.
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