Some day, Tilly.
We will meet at some cafe.
In some city.
Somewhere in the world.
We will sit down.
Have Champagne to celebrate that the moment is finally here.
I will kiss your hand.
Brush your hair out of your eyes.
Stroke your cheek
Lean in and softly whisper in your ear.
To take off your panties and give them to me.
Tilly Bloom 