dark starry lot

A breathy pause of the rapture of the cold-but-warm night gave him the chance to give her a gesture to the door with his head. She took hold of his strong hand and let him lead her as they slipped away together into the dark starry lot, taking his car with a kiss and fondle as he fumbled his keys to release her locked door. Inside the house, beneath mistletoe, they kissed lightly, basking in the patience of anticipations slowed and he poured her a drink and one for himself and a silver disk spun out a holiday mood.

Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov


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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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