Shhhh
don't tell.
You never know who might ruin it,
what might strip it of significance.
I slip my arms into your jacket and around your body,
sending whispers into your mouth
as we swing,
sway.
We meander back and forth,
fingers lacing back and forth,
release me,
No, come back!
Secrecy satisfies.
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 8:00 PM UTC
Shhhh
don't tell.
You never know who might ruin it,
what might strip it of significance.
I slip my arms into your jacket and around your body,
sending whispers into your mouth
as we swing,
sway.
We meander back and forth,
fingers lacing back and forth,
release me,
No, come back!
Secrecy satisfies.
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