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Jun 2015
Eyes mesmerized on each other,
Lights travel across your calm face
While we lean our heads back
On the back seat of my car.

Tingling fingers,
Absent feelings in our hands
As our grip tightens
Between our tangled palms.

Half grins come to play,
The bridge passes overhead
And the music embodies
Our mind and soul.

We tilt our heads,
I grab the side of your soft neck,
Our lips meet and the moon glistens
On our innocent skin.
Savannah Eisert
Written by
Savannah Eisert  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
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   Eiliv Advena
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