Saturday, August 8, 2015

TipToe Star gazing

Chocolate covered strawberries,
Dimly lit lights,
Jacuzzi tub and lingerie,
A perfect night.

Earlier, some gambling, some Riesling and some Italian Cuisine .
Laughing at times, quiet at others.
The silence screamed
In my head .

It's now one in the morning,
She is fast asleep,
We are surrounded by mirrors, clothes, and reminents of the night.
It has been two whole hours,
I toss and turn.

Contemplating taking a walk to the casino,
But not sure if I'd return,
I lock myself in the suite.

Who am I running from?
Who am I running to?
Why am I hiding from reality skewed perceptions?

The night is young, for me atleast...
Maybe the stars will do me some justice...
*Click*
I unlock the door,
Dressed in leather and lace,
Loose curls grace my face...
I tiptoe out.


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