At the stroke of midnight
You stroke my……
Outside were loud
Jolly passersby.
Through the night
I heard fireworks roar
While we played around
On the bedroom floor.
“Happy Monthsary”
You whispered in my ear.
No place I’d rather be
Than with you, right here.
From midnight til dawn
Making fireworks
Of our own.
Where were you last night when 2012 turned into 2013? Is that where you’d wanted to be?
The Eclectic Eccentric 
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