All day, I wait for the night to return
When her long fingers caress me
And light the very fabric of my being.
Her silhouette in the dark room’s door
is the fire to my core.
I watch her every move
as she lies down next to me
with a sigh,
Her dreamy eyes closed to the world,
she smiles.
I sigh too, knowing too well,
My heart would never get over her,
No matter how many years go by.
Of course, she doesn’t understand
how I feel because, for her,
I’m just a night stand.
Short Stories | Fish-eye Perspective 
Now I want my bedroom furniture to love me! 🙂
Very nicely done, Shaily.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thank you, Pete! It is kind of creepy actually…imagine the bathroom mirror watching you, or the doormat watching your every step, or the kitchen pan having hots for you…
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