He’d been humming ‘n hawing like only he can
Wondering, so much as downright questioning every – , any known thing
When, how, where shall she be
If he will indeed need to simply hide this mammoth piece of diamanté from gladragged, altogether immediate sight
A pushed pocket by tantalised fingers pressurised deep within, pulpled to bright blood – red right by the trim – the nerves were stirring akin to nothing quite like she’d ever seen
Up all of the effing night discussing, disguising that sentimental smile like none other in the whole happy universe
Right in this, the most cherished instance of his otherwise unrequited existence
Or so he fucking hopes