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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 Feb 23 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.23.00.54.13846]] |
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What a blast, putting faces to names Having a drink or two, feeling alive again Feeling attractive, and sexy, and fun Too bad the baggage had to come along I was on, I was strong, and I really liked her We'd 'known' each other almost forever, in cyber terms She made very clear, up front, that she was sleeping alone And I agreed, because I knew much better than she did Her voice took my breath away, her soft touch when I was favored with it was so exciting She asked me to follow her to the motel, but a traffic jam caused me to go ahead. Waiting, I thought of another, the one whose Touch I've missed, and I looked in the mirror And saw the damaged goods, knowing that what ever I could give would be fleeting, and meaningless, and cheap I kissed her in the parking lot, and felt A promise? An omen of what might be, if I can shake You off for just a little while, and not feel Like a package returned for excessive damage So I sleep alone, a self fulfilling prophecy, and because I should |