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Remember when we were so comfortable underneath the mid day sun at one of our favourite festivals the bands had long stopped but the music still danced in our hearts lifting our spirits to the heavens and giving praise to this beautiful day. we had all gathered together but not to say goodbye; to lay in the sweet grass and hold on, by the tips of our fingers for just a few more hours... and get a little high with the sun's rays ablaze and no current riding our open backs your skin was like wildfire captivating, shimmering in the light those UV rays got nothin' on you i laid at your side with a bag filled of sweet & sticky treats ..an archive of sorts and asked what was your tongue's favourite taste the finest of delights fit for a queen sometimes require a perfect surface and the way your black hair glimmered that day i couldn't help but see you as my little Cleopatra your curves creating shadows upon the dimples of your back i asked if you'd mind, with a zig-zag in my hand and you looked at me. and you smiled.
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Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC
rolling doobies on the small of your back
Remember when we were so comfortable underneath the mid day sun at one of our favourite festivals the bands had long stopped but the music still danced in our hearts lifting our spirits to the heavens and giving praise to this beautiful day. we had all gathered together but not to say goodbye; to lay in the sweet grass and hold on, by the tips of our fingers for just a few more hours... and get a little high with the sun's rays ablaze and no current riding our open backs your skin was like wildfire captivating, shimmering in the light those UV rays got nothin' on you i laid at your side with a bag filled of sweet & sticky treats ..an archive of sorts and asked what was your tongue's favourite taste the finest of delights fit for a queen sometimes require a perfect surface and the way your black hair glimmered that day i couldn't help but see you as my little Cleopatra your curves creating shadows upon the dimples of your back i asked if you'd mind, with a zig-zag in my hand and you looked at me. and you smiled.
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Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC
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