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the night began like most nights do when your 20 something and the moon is full a random bar a brand new friend not a single thought about nights end we drank we laughed we even sang along when the radio played our favorite song as the night got older we both grew bolder you’d rest your head upon my shoulder too happy drive that’s what you said come back to my place and rest instead the two of us on a big red sofa your back to my chest with our feet hung over my wandering hand starts to explore along your hips and wanting more a slight hesitation then a button pop your not quite sure if you want to stop then you stood up the spark was gone the beer wore off the lights came on looking back I wonder now how the night played out if my hand wandered north instead of south
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC
southern drought
the night began like most nights do when your 20 something and the moon is full a random bar a brand new friend not a single thought about nights end we drank we laughed we even sang along when the radio played our favorite song as the night got older we both grew bolder you’d rest your head upon my shoulder too happy drive that’s what you said come back to my place and rest instead the two of us on a big red sofa your back to my chest with our feet hung over my wandering hand starts to explore along your hips and wanting more a slight hesitation then a button pop your not quite sure if you want to stop then you stood up the spark was gone the beer wore off the lights came on looking back I wonder now how the night played out if my hand wandered north instead of south
david-hall
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC
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