midnight.
soft whispers;
I can't quite
make out what she's saying.
but she giggles.
from under the sheets,
trying to be quiet.
and I laugh at
myself,
to hide what I've lost.
what a charming
fucking
smile he has.
and I won't
tell her no.
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Succinct, yet compendious....Smooth, crisp & tight stanzaec structure makes for a grooved read.Nicev Work, Wes. ~ FjR ~