Feeling you leaning on my shoulder tonight, dark vision in black crepe and red satin, petting Skunk with your toe while our chopsticks duel for the last piece of seitan in the stew. I let you win, like always....
And your skirt slides up your thigh, a few more inches of black fishnet showing above where my hand rests on your knee....
And Norah is singing "Don't Know Why" while you kiss my fingers, and I kiss the top of your head, shiny pink hair with bright yellow tips....
And I kiss your black lips, warm and soft and hungry....
And now it's a couple of hours later, I'm watching you sleep. Soon I'll have to wake you and put you in a car to go home, but for now the sound of your breathing is enough....
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