Wasted Time

How often did we exchange passionate kisses beneath the moonlight?

I wonder.

I wonder if pillow talks about future families and presents under Christmas trees were too much to stomach...

Pink matter never even mattered, it was just extra compensation next to intimate conversations about our own passion for each other...

Maybe we shouldn't have talked about Christmas trees, we were past subtle shrubbery, should have worked our way to peonies instead of quantum leaps, talking about naming kids and planting our seed.

I admit it's scary taking about it, like the spider that you tried to kill and when you come back it's hidden like gifts were not ready to receive...


I'm surprised we lasted this long anyway...