Sweet Nothings
“The kids are fast asleep,” Bob whispers to
his wife.” Ann smiles and mouths, “That’s great.” They go
to get some snacks and drinks before they start
a movie, with the volume set quite low.
It’s chilly, so she whispers, “Honey, hand
me that fleece throw? Come closer; we can share.”
They watch and cuddle, sip and munch, and laugh
about the silly movie but don’t dare
get loud. They must not wake the kids. This is
their time to be alone. Then halfway through
the show, he whispers something in her ear.
She says, "I love you, Babe." They hurry to
turn lights and TV off—the second half
can wait. They’ve better things to do! Each time
he whispers those sweet nothings in her ear,
she knows the night they share will be sublime.
April 1, 2018, entered in the Heidi Sands Love Poem Contest
November 17, 2018, entered in Lewis Raynes's Sexy Contest
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