''How long will you be staying?''
She always asks that.
It goes like this:
-''What are you doing tomorrow ?''
-''Nothing much. Why?''
-''Because I thought I'd be coming over, can you...???''
-Yaaaaaaayyyyyyyy! How long will you be staying?''
Answers vary:
-''Three days'' or ''three hours'' or ''just for today''
The three hours thing makes her weep.
Secretly.
With gratitude.
Realizing he goes to all that trouble,
expenses
time he cannot afford
planning
sometimes even scheming
and plotting
just to come to her,
just for a few hours
just to hold her
make love to her
fill them both up
with stars and stardust after he leaves again,
to beam himself to her place
as if by magic,
except this kind of magic utilises
his own exhaustion
at the end of the day.
She weeps secret tears
of gratitude
for his thoughtfulness
tenderness
and chivalry
at doing this for her
and not the other way round...
Her archangel of lust
beaming himself to her
for three hours of bliss....
How do you combine two different worlds?
Totally different worlds?
You don't.
You just beam yourself there
loving all the way
back and forth...
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