Yeah Write #107: For You I Wait ( #amwriting #microstory )

Dearest Mine,

I think I should perish shackled in matrimony these seven years.

Upon my bed, your musk clings in the sheet folds and pillow dents. Your caresses linger in creases where polite tongues daren’t tread.  Oh, fortune that propriety is not your forte.

Come tonight? My balcony waits.

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