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Miles and miles of ink black tarmac... 'Faster', I squeal with excitement. Your eyes light up Headlights bright in the dark. A huge satisfied smile stretches across your face, Cheshire cat grin. We vault into the night Destination least of our worries. Your eyes catch mine for a second, I relish the thoughts that pass between us, some of them aching to break the skin. You are mine and I can't think of anything else I could possibly need. I watch the ice form tiny road maps across the window. You try and count the months we have left on this earth. I am warm, though our bodies are not touching. I reach for your hand It burns into my palm.
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Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 7:45 PM UTC
Ode to my own personal radiator
Miles and miles of ink black tarmac... 'Faster', I squeal with excitement. Your eyes light up Headlights bright in the dark. A huge satisfied smile stretches across your face, Cheshire cat grin. We vault into the night Destination least of our worries. Your eyes catch mine for a second, I relish the thoughts that pass between us, some of them aching to break the skin. You are mine and I can't think of anything else I could possibly need. I watch the ice form tiny road maps across the window. You try and count the months we have left on this earth. I am warm, though our bodies are not touching. I reach for your hand It burns into my palm.
Im sure this isn't yet finished as I keep coming back and adding bits , just can't seem to leave it alone.
miss-rea
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Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 7:45 PM UTC
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