He turned his head as Lauren approached him, the sticky patting sound of her feet on their kitchen tile made him smile.
"Are you coming?"
"Yes. I'm almost done, babe."
"The bed's so cold without you." She nuzzled his arm.
"I'll be there in a minute, hon."
"Okie." She stayed on his arm a little longer, her head following the rhythmic back and forth motion of him scrubbing the plates.
He turned his head as she departed with the same sticky sound as before, smiling again, this time at the happy orange outline of her jack-o-lantern panties showing through her leggings.
It was the stupid little things about her that he loved.
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They All Cry For You
PoetryAn ever expanding poetry book. Chock full of sad poetry and love poetry.
