Lady on a Wine

The afternoon was dark like an exclamation mark. Storm was coming from somewhere cool, the blinds kept flapping, they wanted to talk but I was in no mood. There she was on the bed with a glass of wine in hand. The bed canopy did a hula dance and the lamp did a break. She asked me if I could be in love and I stumbled where I sat. Just then with the corner of my eye, her pose did I catch.