Tender is the Night
'I'm bored, I have nothing to do,' she said.
'Will you accompany me?' Thomas asked.
'But galleries aren't my scene,' she remarked.
'This isn't just a gallery,' he called,
'It is an art exhibition' he spoke.
'Besides, it's your business, not mine,' she quipped.
'What if I went with someone else?' he quipped.
'You mean another woman.. So?' she said.
'You would be so envious then,' he spoke.
'Who were you planning to go with?' she asked.
'Possibly Eve or Grace or Rose,' he called.
'It wouldn't phase me at all,' she remarked.
'But you know I love you so,' he remarked
'I know but galleries bore me,' she quipped.
'There's no one I'd rather go with,' he called.
'I'll make it up to you tonight,' she said.
'How about you make it up now?' he asked.
Her voice quietly mellowed as she spoke.
'Sure.. don't go to the gallery,' she spoke.
'Close your eyes.. I want a kiss,' he remarked.
'Mmmmm... will you take long to get there?' she asked.
'Honey, your cologne's so spicy,' she quipped.
'Your lips are so tender and soft,' he said.
'Stay on them and don't let me go,' she called.
'We've been at it a few hours now,' he called.
'Mmmmm... take me through the darkened night,' she spoke,
'Just me, you and no galleries,' she said.
'I'll take you through to sunrise,' he remarked.
'Mmmmmm... nothing better than... sunrise,' she quipped.
'How about to morning.... breakfast?' he asked.
'You want me to morning breakfast?' she asked.
'Unless that's still not long enough..' he called.
'It's never long enough, darling..' she quipped.
'Mmmm... I'll take you through the week then..' he spoke.
'Mmmmmm... mmmoooore... I'm not... complaining,' she remarked.
'Mmmm.. no...one's...comm..plaining....honey....' he said.
'It's... time to... hush... Don't... say... a ... word...' he said.
'Mmmmmmmmm... Just take me through the night,' she remarked.