It Gets Cold
By birksy
Quick, he’s out, come on in, I’ve told the neighbours the boilers wrong again, they think you’re the most efficient repair man they’ve seen. Never mind the chat, no time for that now, get upstairs and warm those sheets, been waiting for this service all week long. No, curtains stay open, that wouldn’t do, of course it’s hot in here, you won’t notice it soon, let me take your clothes off of you. What’s the matter, don’t look like that, we’re together, it’s what we wanted, of course it’s fine, don’t waste my time he’s coming home soon. What’s this? A final settlement, no, that can’t be, you’ve done all you can? But everything’s ready, and I’ll be alone, without you here, it gets cold. Written January 18th, 2002 © on Jan 17 2002 11:54 PM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 10
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