The Window Seat

There’s
people,
people,
everywhere

Dashing
around
without
a care

Or,
at least,
that’s how
it looks

When I
glance up
from behind
my books

Nocturnal Naughtiness

You
were
in my
dreams
last night

We
kissed
longingly
by the
fire

Although
I woke
with a
painful
fright

It
didn’t
quite
quench
my desire

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