The One With The Hepburns.

Dear Lover,

I'm the sort who loves watching the Turner Classic Movie channel.
If you know what I mean.
Like the idea of getting all dolled up.
Rouge on the apples and mascara on the lashes.
Just to meet the day.
Like the idea of happenstance.
Of running into one another around corners and down side streets.
As if Fate has a particular craving for our constant interaction.
Like the idea of witty banter.
That starts off testy and quickly turns into a turn-on.
And angry arguements settled in embraces.
Like the idea of being pursued.
Being grasped by the shoulders on a stoop, spun around.

And kissed like it's the last thing you'll ever do.

Love,
Me.