A Sevenling

Sevenling (he thought she) *

He thought she knew he loved her
when he massaged her feet, her neck,
whatever it was he felt like rubbing.

All she really wanted was for him to
put down the toilet seat, take out trash,
maybe, just once, remember her birthday.

It was a case of mistaken identities.

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*Not familiar with the Sevenling form? You can read all about it HERE.
Fair Warning: Addictive

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RDP Friday ~ MISCONCEPTION
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