the concrete beneath our feet
turned to **** rugs peeking between
our toes.
headlights from a passing car
illuminate what is already clear
as you pull my waist in closer.
music drifts in the background
as words unspoken
spark creation under the soft
sounds of our eyes meeting.
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC
the concrete beneath our feet
turned to **** rugs peeking between
our toes.
headlights from a passing car
illuminate what is already clear
as you pull my waist in closer.
music drifts in the background
as words unspoken
spark creation under the soft
sounds of our eyes meeting.
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