We stay up past midnight, sitting on the living room floor together.
Joking, laughing, & sharing threads of each other lives in a story that echoes the rhythm of poetry.
Reminiscing over a game of Uno
I brush my hand against hers through the exchange of cards. She flinches & start blushing.
I notice her mood & body language change.
Glancing into her brown eyes, I could tell she wanted to do something else.
So I begin to speak, asking her- “ Hey, do you want to take this game to the bedroom?”
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 11:04 PM UTC
We stay up past midnight, sitting on the living room floor together.
Joking, laughing, & sharing threads of each other lives in a story that echoes the rhythm of poetry.
Reminiscing over a game of Uno
I brush my hand against hers through the exchange of cards. She flinches & start blushing.
I notice her mood & body language change.
Glancing into her brown eyes, I could tell she wanted to do something else.
So I begin to speak, asking her- “ Hey, do you want to take this game to the bedroom?”
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