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The starlight that traveled so far to reach
us shines unnoticed above the roof;
inside, on the classic movie channel,
Charles Boyer is gaslighting Ingrid, or
Gene Kelly is singing in the rain,
or Clark Gable isn’t giving a damn,
but we aren’t watching,
because my hand is caressing you,
I’m slipping my fingers into your jeans,
and my tongue is tasting your lips;
we’re inside our own small, infinite
universe of pleasure.
Big, small and personal pictures succinctly captured..what matters to us always carries question marks. This is excellent.
Thank you so much.
Beautiful
Thank you!