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By Just L Date: 2012 Aug 20 Comment on this Work [[2012.08.20.14.58.18021]] |
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I stretch Look at the clock 10:20 Out the window Overcast No crashing waves Unless one counts The sweet, sticky memories Which roll over me As I turn over And hold onto you Hard abs, broad chest Tightly grasping Riding the tide As I nuzzle into your neck Which smells quite like a Snickerdoodle And tastes of sea salt I drift back to sleep Swallowed by the surf By Just L Written August 20, 2012 |