it wasn't the fucking that got her

well, maybe that had bits to do with it.

a chinese writer once wrote that
the way to a man's heart is through his stomach
the way to a woman's heart is through her pussy

she laid on the floor, wondering whether he was leaving or not
wasn't he supposed to be leaving?

he got up
lit the candles with his lighter
and started folding the sheets

she sat up and looked at him
just looked
and drunk him in

"smile"

the smile came out before she realized she was smiling

for him