Monica Two

a poem by Timothious Clatyon Smith

I heard you say, "ILY".

"Illee?," I ask.

"No ILY," you say again.

I have a puzzled look on my face.

" I love you," you say.

I smile and give you a deep passionate kiss.

"ILY," I add as I stroke you hair back to kiss you neck.

Copyright 1991 TimeMasters SciFi and Beyond Productions and Copyright 1993 Elf/Dwarf Productions.

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