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By Gala Submitted by Galadrial Date: 2001 Aug 18 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.18.10.51.7037]] |
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Beat the birds this morning, doing 60 into the dawn sunroof almost as cocky as I felt singing my heart out to the tape that makes me taste you strong as my coffee, real was the sun as it kissed my face. Not a soul on the road to object to me belting out a love song to weaken the knees my hair piled under a baseball cap and I knew you would whip that bad boy off, for the simple pleasure of watching it spill about me, grinning and sipping my outraged laughter like sweet tea on the hottest day in August. But I should not think of you, or your touch at speeds like this. You go to my head like strong spirits, seep into the tissue of my heart, and wind yourself about my soul like kudzu in the spring. Please love--- you can have me body,heart, and soul but not until the vehicle is parked. That's a good place. Wanna pull over? |