b o r i n g ?
𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘶 ..
one careless sentence & s͟u͟d͟d͟e͟n͟l͟y͟
i am accused of abandoning my 𝓪rt .
shall i throw myself upon a 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨
couch & compose a sonnet to
𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦 myself ?
𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘤œ𝘶𝘳 ,
i am worth waiting for ;;
be prepared by 𝓮ight .
.. if inspiration strikes ,
perhaps i shall arrive fashionably
late & make you suffer for a few
minutes more .
“ 𝓼taring ?
have i become
𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 fascinating ? “
brows lifted in amusement as
he took a slow step closer .
“ careful , 𝘮𝘢 𝘤𝘩è𝘳𝘦 …
continue looking at me like that
& i may begin to think you’re
enchanted . “
laughter was soft
——