Monday, September 13, 2004

-and the scent of your hair
that you twirled in your fingers
and the time on the clock
when we realized it's so late
and this walk that we shared together
the streets were wet
and the gate was locked
so i jumped it
and let you down
and you stood at your door with your hands on my waist
and you kissed me like you meant it
and i knew
that you meant it
that you meant it-


by christine at 11:50 PM ©

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