self-imposed solitude
soft music to set the mood
long-stemmed glass of sweet nectar
lights down low
bright enough to see
words of all types
picked and chose
piled up at my feet
kids are sleep
don’t make a sound
mountain of pillows on which to recline
bliss
must feel like this
date night 4/21/12
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