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the stereo blasts our song all i can feel is the bass a steady tempo, heavy on the upbeats heavy on top of me the highlights are those lips the lower one is bigger than the top i bite my lips in anticipation of a kiss one that lasts for twenty minutes and neither of breathes, nowhere we have to be so give us another hour locked alone together humidity in the rooms rising, wrinkling our collars resting their buttons on the side of your bed i close my eyes, feel your longing stare trace my outline i feel the heat flush my skin, now red and raw i know this is too early, too young but it's love, for sure, i can feel it among my hips the moans speak of devotion the lust speaks of redemption and baby, we're just getting started |
OK, I just decided to stop by and read one of your poems and this is the one I picked. I won't say it's bad, 'cause it isn't, but I will say that you're bad. Just a wee tad bit young there. I feel all dirty even reading this from you. It is very good though. | Posted on 2004-06-30 00:00:00 | by Black Rock Tractor | [ Reply to This ] | |