Friday, May 8, 2015

That Domesticated Feeling

Warm water washing away
the soap suds from fingers
grazing the smooth surface
of dinner plates and silverwares.
The soft music from the stereo
echoing around the kitchen walls
along with the sound of foot falls
roaming around  the room
while dirty plates clatter,
until they came to a stop
and I suddenly felt the warmth of you
breathing down my neck.


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