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He was the Weekender Boy with lips that tasted like salty sea caramel on lovely Saturday mornings and caresses that felt like soft warm sunbeams on lazy Sunday afternoons Mondays she sat behind him in lecture halls watching the back of his black-haired head as he flirted in the front row seats Tuesdays were him walking past her bench pinning her in place with those glacier blue eyes that always turned away to porcelain redheaded dates Wednesdays it was his calls that came at 3:05AM without fail and she'd listen patiently to his drunken rants and giggles that sometimes ended in tears and incoherent apologies Thursdays he exhaled alcohol breaths one-two-three-four while laying her down across his green vintage car hood gentle as she moved lithe and languorous beneath him Fridays they broke dorm rules and shared a room at night they stayed up over beer and banana milk and at sunrise she'd wake up in his arms to his smiling eyes He was the Weekender Boy, and she was the only girl who ever owned him on weekends.
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
Weekender Boy
He was the Weekender Boy with lips that tasted like salty sea caramel on lovely Saturday mornings and caresses that felt like soft warm sunbeams on lazy Sunday afternoons Mondays she sat behind him in lecture halls watching the back of his black-haired head as he flirted in the front row seats Tuesdays were him walking past her bench pinning her in place with those glacier blue eyes that always turned away to porcelain redheaded dates Wednesdays it was his calls that came at 3:05AM without fail and she'd listen patiently to his drunken rants and giggles that sometimes ended in tears and incoherent apologies Thursdays he exhaled alcohol breaths one-two-three-four while laying her down across his green vintage car hood gentle as she moved lithe and languorous beneath him Fridays they broke dorm rules and shared a room at night they stayed up over beer and banana milk and at sunrise she'd wake up in his arms to his smiling eyes He was the Weekender Boy, and she was the only girl who ever owned him on weekends.
Wrote this while overseas in Seoul! I could have done more justice to the idea of a weekender boy, but I'm -somewhat- pleased with this~ credit to my cousin for inspiration that came from his whatsapp status; he'll never know this anyway ha
crystallaiz
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
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