Such a lovely, quiet summer evening, calm
that nothing disturbs, said he, turning towards her
full of confidence, wouldn't it be terrible, if it
would break by the sounds of us making love,
or forgive - and here he winked - my lovely,
fucking hard? She, as undisturbed as the dusk,
pondered, and with an enigmatic feline smile
and a little, not unkind, laugh, answered:
You can ask, but you can't expect; I shall
decide, and - she put a finger on his lips,
before he could try say something witty -
perhaps I like this evening even more
than I fancy you?
15.-21.06.2024
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