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Oct 2015
it was s p r i n g
but it felt like a u t u m n

too nervous
to drink my coffee

but you were too nervous
not to,
too nervous
to leave it sit,
too nervous
to let your hands be empty

it was spring
but it felt like autumn

darkness
surrounding

a l i g h t breeze
and then your lips
so soft and g e n t l e

were
on
mine

it was spring
but it felt like autumn

mobile ringing
a reminder of the night
coming t o a c l o s e

a reminder
i g n o r e d
while your fingers
ignited like fire
caressing my skin

i t was spring

but it f e l t like autumn

it felt like f o r e v e r

t   i   m   e   l   e   s   s

e     n     d     l     e     s     s

as i pulled
your lips
to mine
it felt too good to be true.
and it was.
Hoshontomba
Written by
Hoshontomba  Shawnee, OK
(Shawnee, OK)   
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