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By wolfscreamer Date: 2003 Oct 05 Comment on this Work [[2003.10.05.14.19.15988]] |
| Last night at 3 am I stood and watched in the warm as the wind hurled the rain against the window.I could hear the muffled voices from the radio in the bedroom,at 3am there are few sounds other than the distant traffic on the motorway.Saturday nights are not for those alone,3am is for pulling back the sheets for the late night club leavers who have struck lucky,for the "together" couples its the who sleeps in the wet bit arguments,for me it was tried every pillow and side of bed so lets pour a glass of wine and stare out the window.Nothing replaces stretching your hand out and feeling the warmth of someone next to you at 3am,the sound of breathing next to you at 3am, the sight of someone undressing at 3am.Wine glass in hand I opened the window to feel the rain blow against my skin and remembered how you felt whenever I touched you. |