Just woke up, feeling
tired, a feeling of heaviness within my body and drain out of the night's
passion. What night's passion? My vision started to clear of what had happened.
A hand resting on
top of my stomach.
A warm breath
tickling my ear.
Then I realized I
was leaning my head against an arm and my naked flesh is cocooned in someone
body.
Oh God, what have I
done last night?
Now facing the face
of my stupidity.
Stupidity maybe, yet
I don't regret any of it.
Being able to look
at you at this close is a dream.
Waking up beside you
is simplest best wish that had come true.
I've touch your face
so many times.
I've whisper you
name number of times.
I've felt your
passion, a touch that I imagine few many times.
Last night was the
best night i ever dreamt in my entire life.
I wish this dream
will never end.
Yet reality will
strike back when you wake up.
I want to touch your
face for the last time.
Hoping that I will
not wake you up
Because maybe this
will be the last time I can be true to myself.
True to the feelings
I've felt for you.
Your face is warm
and I'm glad you didn't wake up.
You're so much more
than my everything.
Just one kiss to
remember by
A butterfly kiss
will be enough, for you not to notice
A stolen kiss to
someone who is sleeping.
As I felt the kiss
touch my lips.
It felt wonderful
yet it was quick
For not wanting to
wake you
And not wanting you
to know
That I stole a kiss
while you sleep.
A banging of the
door scrabbled my thoughts.
And quickly I get
up.
Because of that I
manage to wake him up.
Then I quickly put
on some clothes and head to the door.
Not glancing back to
his direction.
Afraid of the truth
written in his face.
The reality of what
had happened.
I've realized that I
wore the wrong clothes.
A polo that is too
big for my size.
I smiled, for I had
imagined this so many times.
I open the door
An old lady with an
angry face with a nasty stare.
Miss Lessie: “Yes? How may I help you?” an old lady appeared with strict authority in
her eyes..
Old Lady: “Who are you? Where is Bone?”
Miss Lessie: “I'm Lessie, a friend of Bone?”
Old Lady: “So you're the girl friend his been drinking all day about.”
Miss Lessie: “No, I'm not. I'm just really a friend of Bone. What do you
want from him?”
Old Lady: “Okay as you say so. I've been looking for him because his
rent is one month overdue. And I needed the money. So I'm here to collect.”
Miss Lessie: “Ok wait here. I will just get some money.”
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Miss Lessie: “I don't have any change so here you go. Is that ok?”
Old Lady: “I don't have any change either. This is too much. Tell you
what I think. I will just get this all for his next month’s advance payment.”
Miss Lessie: “Ok no problem.”
Old Lady: “Thank you. Are you sure you're not really the girl friend? I
sense otherwise.”
Miss Lessie: “You're welcome. and No I'm not his girlfriend. Just a
friend. I need to go. Bye.”
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