Wooden walls around a big kitchen,
a man in jeans and bare feet,
dinner is cooking and the wine is poured.
This is where I want to exist.
The room is my refuge,
the food is my sustenance,
but he is my home.
His fingers slowly graze my arm
and he reaches for my hand.
We sip our wine,
the conversation dwells on nothing
but never seems to stop.
The world outside of this moment
may continue to exist,
but my world is here,
in this moment,
with a man in jeans
and bare feet.
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This is lovely. A loved one makes for a wonderful refuge from the world.
Now I just need to find him…haha!
Well, yes, that always helps. 😉
He’s gonna catch cold walking around in bare feet.
Don’t worry…I’ll take good care of him. 😉
Gotta foot fetish, do ya? 😉
Lol…you caught me! 😛
This is very lovely. You can really feel the warmth in it.
Thank you very much.
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