Melt with you

Botero

Afterwards
he put on his shirt and trousers
combs his hair and fixes his belt 
while she lays on the bed 
content and relaxed 
happy to watch her lover

Must you go? 

She rolls onto her side

as he ties his shoelaces 

puts on a jacket 

before bending to kiss her 

If I could stay... 

Then play me a song 

she sighs 

Looking up at him 

naked upon crumpled sheets 

a simple red ribbon in her hair 

So he takes his guitar 

and sits down beside her 

What should it be, my love? 

My favourite, she laughs 

resting her head in her hand 

He smiles 

kisses her forehead 

Plucking gently at strings 
he starts to sing
tender words
only for her
while she closes her eyes
to hear his sweet caress

© the dishonest woman