“trust me”
the days were spent
in constant expectation
of being together again
the nights were long
with dreams that were electric
you were the sparkle that made
me groan in the night
I remember
the road to your house seemed long
and my insides jumped,
wishing - hoping
knowing what awaited me
I felt cared for, desired and loved
there was nothing
you wouldn’t do for me
and you proved that often
you led me to places and experiences new to me
and I followed fearlessly
your eyes said “trust me”
and I did -
we made love once on your kitchen table
I wasn’t sure whose legs would
last the longest -
its or mine
I wonder if you ever think of that
some evenings --
during dinner









Comments: 25
Really nice stephen, simple clean and to the point, pure emotion.
Thank you for reading, Chris...
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The Surreal Circus.
Mixing memories from the past
When a kitchen table stood in for a bed
Those were the days, enough said.
Wonderful, Stephen. Featured in Triple Name Club.
It is cute...thank you for leaving it...
You didn't raise an eyebrow here...
Thank you for reading...
Glad you liked it...
"we made love once on your kitchen table
I wasn’t sure whose legs would
last the longest -
its or mine"
At least I got a chuckle out of it.
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