"Chris just got kicked out of his house."
We rode over to his house,
and I listened to her sing.
Christ sat on the porch railing
dangling
his legs,
biting his fingernails.
I stood on the grass,
as she walked up to him.
He looked
at her neck.
Yukimi
put her hands on his shoulders
and kissed him on the lips.
Something
could have rose
in me.
But it didn't.
We rode back
and Chris slumped into the couch.
I heard him *******
his fingernails
as me and Yukimi lay in bed.
"Lips can do more than talk,
I can tell
he needed that,
I'm sorry if it weirded you out."
"No,
it really didn't."
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 10:31 PM UTC
"Chris just got kicked out of his house."
We rode over to his house,
and I listened to her sing.
Christ sat on the porch railing
dangling
his legs,
biting his fingernails.
I stood on the grass,
as she walked up to him.
He looked
at her neck.
Yukimi
put her hands on his shoulders
and kissed him on the lips.
Something
could have rose
in me.
But it didn't.
We rode back
and Chris slumped into the couch.
I heard him *******
his fingernails
as me and Yukimi lay in bed.
"Lips can do more than talk,
I can tell
he needed that,
I'm sorry if it weirded you out."
"No,
it really didn't."
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