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You are ***    I remember you in hotel rooms, You are ***    I remember you in redone garages, A mother talking in her sleep   While lips and other things touch under covers You are ***    I remember you after going out to get a drink from the garage His back pressed against the old car My knees on the ***** concrete. You are ***   I remember you in dormitories Being quiet because of paper thin walls and awkward moments with unexpected roommates. You are ***    I remember you in cars Mine at 4 in the morning, Every seat violated. His car in the backseat In the parking lot, Public, but while snow fell down First ****** in a car, first ****** while looking at something so picturesque, First from kisses down under, You are *** You are *** in the shower You are *** in the morning You are *** loud and hard You are *** sensual and slow and quiet You are *** yet to be had You are *** in parts of me that should never be touched, You are hot and sticky Anywhere I want you On my ******* or in my mouth You are *** And I want you.
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Nov 9, 2010
Nov 9, 2010 at 7:24 PM UTC
You are ***
You are ***    I remember you in hotel rooms, You are ***    I remember you in redone garages, A mother talking in her sleep   While lips and other things touch under covers You are ***    I remember you after going out to get a drink from the garage His back pressed against the old car My knees on the ***** concrete. You are ***   I remember you in dormitories Being quiet because of paper thin walls and awkward moments with unexpected roommates. You are ***    I remember you in cars Mine at 4 in the morning, Every seat violated. His car in the backseat In the parking lot, Public, but while snow fell down First ****** in a car, first ****** while looking at something so picturesque, First from kisses down under, You are *** You are *** in the shower You are *** in the morning You are *** loud and hard You are *** sensual and slow and quiet You are *** yet to be had You are *** in parts of me that should never be touched, You are hot and sticky Anywhere I want you On my ******* or in my mouth You are *** And I want you.
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Nov 9, 2010
Nov 9, 2010 at 7:24 PM UTC
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