Write Her Story
How Do I Love Thee
by Mary Ann Peden-Coviello
The wine is delicious and warms my heart. I watch you while you sleep, as I sip my red, red wine. Maybe there’s no kick in Champagne, but there’s surely a glow in my Bordeaux.
You’re a lovely thing, long and lean. I do love red-haired men. Pale skin, flushing with the rush of blood. I lean closer and listen to your breathing, deep and steady, your heartbeat strong. The pulse in your throat mesmerizes me with its rhythm.
I drain the last of the wine, set the glass on the bedside table, turn back to you. You’re stirring in your sleep, lips curving into a smile. I always like to leave a man happy. Well, at least for a while. I skim my fingers down your chest. Time to wake up.
Your eyelids flutter, and your green eyes…
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