(no subject)
Would you take me dancing, my pet? Would you spin me in circles until my knees grew weak? I'm sure you'd take me dancing on the docks, or the breakwater, or on the most busy street corner in town. All the young couples would look at us in envy, and the older ones with disdain and contemplation. you'd buy me red shoes just for the occasion, I bet. And you'd wear a nice suit jacket and your favourite t-shirt and a plaid scarf, and black half-gloves.
Would you sing to me? A soft melody for only my ears in that low voice that makes me shiver. And you'd kiss my temples and call me "Pet" and "Darling" and "Ashke" and I'd melt into your every heart-wrenching syllable until we are so fused that it's near impossible to tell where I begin and you end.
But, to you and I, there will no reason to try and tell.
Would you sing to me? A soft melody for only my ears in that low voice that makes me shiver. And you'd kiss my temples and call me "Pet" and "Darling" and "Ashke" and I'd melt into your every heart-wrenching syllable until we are so fused that it's near impossible to tell where I begin and you end.
But, to you and I, there will no reason to try and tell.