thunderstorm
tidal wave,
even
when our bodies
got too close for
comfort
close for comfort
too close for comfort,
in the good way
my hands around your waist
my stomach dropping
lower than my own
alien
but so natural
so natural you
felt it too, it's
natural you see
we weren't told to
we were guided
cosmically guided
you grabbed my hair
and grew close
I could feel your breath
I closed my eyes
and could weep
but smiled instead
slightly, but the
smile was real
my body was tingling
I felt woozy
I felt your heart beat
studied your waist line
and now I'm drinking
wine too quickly
wine from a box, wine strong
and you are as you were
undaunted and
ever constant
but these walls
are covered with
every
second
pictures and pictures
of those
dragging
moments
I need a cigarette
I think we should just
keep this whole thing professional
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 4:15 PM UTC
thunderstorm
tidal wave,
even
when our bodies
got too close for
comfort
close for comfort
too close for comfort,
in the good way
my hands around your waist
my stomach dropping
lower than my own
alien
but so natural
so natural you
felt it too, it's
natural you see
we weren't told to
we were guided
cosmically guided
you grabbed my hair
and grew close
I could feel your breath
I closed my eyes
and could weep
but smiled instead
slightly, but the
smile was real
my body was tingling
I felt woozy
I felt your heart beat
studied your waist line
and now I'm drinking
wine too quickly
wine from a box, wine strong
and you are as you were
undaunted and
ever constant
but these walls
are covered with
every
second
pictures and pictures
of those
dragging
moments
I need a cigarette
I think we should just
keep this whole thing professional
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