walked over almost haughtily,
naughtily, she pressed her seat against these denim jeans and
quietly proceeded to embezzle quite a chunk of my attention
while she pleasantly surrendered to my company;
a head full of dark brunette leaning on my neck
breathing heavily, eventually
she turned so i could meet my captor,
and if it wasn't instant rapture then she was quite the actor
actress, rather, pardon me...
soft, sweet and silky, like i nipped a bit of chocolate and a hint of green winter
flittering between talking and whispers, till we were
Christmas-time quiet,
Christmas-time quiet,
nearly silent in a room rendered deafening;
"leave with me" she obliged
and my desire declined any latent denials that might have resided in my mind as i
pried the door open so we could slide out into the night...
quite the breeze, a bit chilly, but supremely, we were at ease
nice night for a walk, skip the room, even though my apartment was right down the street
our hands sort of caught as we talked and gawked awkwardly
crossing fingers, flashing smiles then crossing streets, causing xenon-beamed speeding cars to halt to a tortoise-walk
and chalking concrete with bright orange sparks in plain sight...
indigo cloud sheets sheath the midnight blue sky,
my huge 'i spy' eye blinks as she breathes,
riding a high of Northern Lights, left the mellow 27's for me
watching the night light up with neon pink, ultraviolet and yellow spray can art,
elements of Skyy reside nearby and cut driftwood is drifting in, beginning somewhere off in the distance, reminiscent of campfire at a park;
so carefree was she, in her presence it was pleasant to be,
found my pheromones firing like rifles, prickles in my dome like when a foot falls asleep
so carefree was she, in her presence it was pleasant to be,
found my pheromones firing like rifles, prickles in my dome like when a foot falls asleep
amygdala swaying like waves crashing on the beach
and a song playing, caught on repeat,
and a song playing, caught on repeat,
skip--skip--skipping to my heartbeat...
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