They wonder that I have always looked at you so adoringly, and never at another man, for all the nasty little rumors that abound about me.
That of late those looks have lingered and become fonder - that there is so little space in the world for any other when you hold my attention. That I throw all of them over in an instant at the slightest hint of your anger or unhappiness.
Or desire.
Of course they wonder. Little though I care, agitated as I am.
[...]
Our bedroom.
Only if you'll bolt the door. Lock me away from the world for the rest of the day.
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That of late those looks have lingered and become fonder - that there is so little space in the world for any other when you hold my attention. That I throw all of them over in an instant at the slightest hint of your anger or unhappiness.
Or desire.
Of course they wonder. Little though I care, agitated as I am.
[...]
Our bedroom.
Only if you'll bolt the door. Lock me away from the world for the rest of the day.