He says to
Come on over,
Pleads
For movies
And my spine
Against his stomach
But,
I'm sober tonight
And the thought
Of allowing my body
To fold into his
Without his
Going into mine,
Shakes me into
A reality too
Cold and harsh
To bare;
I'm not available
For sobered up love.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
He says to
Come on over,
Pleads
For movies
And my spine
Against his stomach
But,
I'm sober tonight
And the thought
Of allowing my body
To fold into his
Without his
Going into mine,
Shakes me into
A reality too
Cold and harsh
To bare;
I'm not available
For sobered up love.
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