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By Bob Submitted by BlueDenim Date: 2001 Nov 19 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.19.03.08.29932]] |
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I took him to the museum. My favorite place to be. The sky was clear, and I wished upon the last falling star. The red crescent moon looming above the ocean. Through the darkness his baby blues Still penetrated me, Made me feel nervous-- The first time in a long time. Casual cool, laughter and smiles. And then I was massaging his back, I wanted so badly to lay my head on his shoulder Breathe him in, Melt into him. I saw him stare at me, Though I'm sure he thought I didn't notice. The Rock, the boats, smokestacks and us. My desire flowing off of me like heat. And he braced my back As we moved down the rocky hill. Now he owes me a massage. And my smile still hasn't faded. |