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here I go again
tobacco flavored kisses
and frustrated sighs
moonlit pickup truck
a newfound shyness
in unchosen celibacy
if I blew his mind
and I know I could...
how long would we lie
in a sweaty heap
pushing the hours
until next time...
and frustrated sighs
moonlit pickup truck
a newfound shyness
in unchosen celibacy
if I blew his mind
and I know I could...
how long would we lie
in a sweaty heap
pushing the hours
until next time...
Published 7th Aug 2015
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7th Aug 2015 00:50am
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Anonymous
7th Aug 2015 1:18am
As a one-time smoker it makes me shudder. I sense compliance without the pleasure.
7th Aug 2015 1:28am
Great picture you have painted with your words. Def. hear a song in this poem. Like the conciseness of this poem also.
7th Aug 2015 7:00am
seems like an old high that doesn't quite get you there anymore. great work on this...
