I SWEAR

i swear we're rarely at ease with the way we push doors to new experiences kissing on public property isn't illegal but the nerve of the act thrills me just as much parking lots are often not the site for love birds deprived of merry lip locking but we paint them red better than an arsonist with a burning passion can shade his buildings black i wish i could watch that night play itself once more on a lofty screen just for us while we do it perhaps again-- the way i took your form and made it rest against a certain sedan... the way i kissed you then while my body leaned on yours... the way we held that kiss despite the bustling of the city night... the way you looked at me when we paused for a moment's sake... i could tell you were so fucking high (and im sure you could tell i was too)

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