Out Late

i walk into the room, he's embracing the mic like a lover passionate, eyes closed, and then my heart races when he looks at me, boyish smile, fitted hat, is he singing to me from onstage? no, there's no way he sees me, but afterwards he walks right up to me envelops me in a … Continue reading Out Late


Breathe in Twinkly eyes Breathe out Twisting curls Breathe in That boyish smirk Breathe out Booming laugh Breathe in Strong grip, masculine hands Breathe out Gentle lips, Feigned passion? Perhaps But you looked wistfully at me As I walked away.