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It's Friday! And it’s “Girls’ Night Out"! His favorite dinner and wine we shared!
We give each other a little bit space, at least, once every other week
Any given night, always a special treat, we may choose to cuddle instead
Whatever desires the other may have, each makes sure to prioritize
That’s the routine in our love nest; it’s just how we sail this boat
Dressed in stretched jeans; curves seemly more pronounced and I feel burning eyes upon me
Yes, I know that look so very well, but tonight, that can’t go down
To put him off, I attempt light conversation; to sort of change his unspoken 
suggestion
I nonchalantly ask, “What game are you planning to watch, Love?" 
With a silent, hope, that craving eyes would deflect 
Deliberately, I avoid his intense stare, speaking loudly, a language I know too well 
Too late! In just two steps he’s all over me; and I melt like butter in the sun
“Can’t you call?  Say you’ll be a little late, hmm?” He whispers in my ear
“No, Love, the last time I did that, we fell asleep, remember?”
“Look, I’ll set the alarm, just one hour will do; I’m missing you already”.
Like a kid, he begins to pout and guilt raps at my heart’s door
Planting warm butterfly kisses the expanse of my neck 
Murmuring low, words he knows I love to hear
And though I feign disinterest, persistent hands unrelenting
“Will you call and tell her?  Will you, or I’ll call if you like?”
He may be unaware, though it’s hard to tell, as there are no secrets which I can maintain
In my mind I’ve already begun to disrobe him; my favorite dance flats cast aside
On the verge of giving in, I raise up my head to gaze those smoldering eyes
In that instant, I’m captured; cornered, again
His brilliant smile from lips so soft appears plastered on his chiseled face
Fully aware he’s won like so many times before
He picks up the phone, hits speed dial with one hand free; 
The other is wrapped snugly  'round my waist as I admire his one track mind
“Hi Caitlin!  Listen... …Yes, she’ll be late.  Now, how'd you know?”
And her laughter rings throughout cyber space as she's made a prudent guess
“That’s fine, I just know!”  She replied, still chuckling.  “Ask her to call me before she leaves, will you?”
“Oh sure!  Whatever you say, dear.”

~*~

For:  Francine's "Whatever You Say, Dear" Contest
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