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Telling Tales

 
Did you know this night was our last?
Shall we tell a tale or two?

I see you looking at me; the latest round of words
lying neglected between us.

It is time for new stories, so murmur one or two
in my ear... Lean closer, so I can hear.

Press on with your story, I insist. Kiss and tell,
it's expected, a heated perspective.

Let me whisper a few of my own — oh no,
I won't interrupt, you're right. Carry on...

Wonders trip from your lips. I'm listening,
enraptured — oh, say that part again!

It's a firm favorite, I can tell.
I hope this story never ends.

You build up the plot, I scarcely breath,
these unexpected twists keep me on the edge

of. my. seat.

I hear nothing but you, taking it all in.
You stretch time to its end, making me shudder.

A master of suspense, I hear your firm voice.
I listen closely, loving each word.

I enjoyed your tale immensely. Now, sit back
and relax, it's my turn to do the telling...


Written by Tristique
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