On her thigh, I have written with my lips for her, a thousand songs. My mouth designing a whole universe under her skirt. A mixture of confusion and convulsion as I caught a glimpse of her heart.
Her hands like rising tides through the waves of my hair, the wonderful agony of melody as her voice fills the air.
Her legs like anchors to weigh against my haste, nonetheless my hand reaches up to pull her back down to be with me in a shared moment of total serendipity.
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Would you write me a letter? Would you do it if I were 6"2? Amidst all the lovely girls, I have only eyes for you. Would you let me tutor you in science? So you wouldn't have to drop out of school. Would you let me take you to the dance? Would you do it if I had better moves? Amidst all these lovely girls, I have only eyes for you.
By Midnightlights6 years ago in Poets
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