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The back seat of the old Chevy and that familiar smell of cigar mixed with your scent Stealing little moments in the darkness of the night as the sky lit up and danced The faint taste of liquor never felt so good before as it did from your lips. Short breaths, sweaty hands, whispers echoing. It all took me to a place better than the stars where we collided feeling mightier than the sky that roared outside. The beads of sweat rolling down your back felt warmer than the rain drops that left a trail behind on the steamy window. The world outside seemed peaceful for the thunderstorm was felt inside.
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 9:49 AM UTC
Thunderstorm
The back seat of the old Chevy and that familiar smell of cigar mixed with your scent Stealing little moments in the darkness of the night as the sky lit up and danced The faint taste of liquor never felt so good before as it did from your lips. Short breaths, sweaty hands, whispers echoing. It all took me to a place better than the stars where we collided feeling mightier than the sky that roared outside. The beads of sweat rolling down your back felt warmer than the rain drops that left a trail behind on the steamy window. The world outside seemed peaceful for the thunderstorm was felt inside.
javaria-waseem
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 9:49 AM UTC
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