The Date

The music is low in the February light
We spoon in the quiet of my bedroom.
You, still curled from the cold,
I tuck myself around you
Like a hand cupping a breast.
This time alone is so special
I know I made you wait
So very long
In the dark
But I came
Oh, god, I came.
My secret lady friend
Please stay with me
Longer than the rest.
Now, so cool,
so smooth.
But once I go Inside
Once you come apart
Little lady,
Things get quite Untidy.
Mighty untidy.
Then it will be time
For you to hit the road,
Jack.
Because this cowboy needs
To keep ropin' and ridin'
Til it's time to ride off
Into the fucking sunset.
by Linda O.

(the "psychic Buffy")