Monday, June 11, 2012


From salt water to a trampoline
Her skin never seemed to miss a thing
And my eyes were fixated
On every inch of her.
Her tone when she spoke
Felt like sex on someone else's front porch
And I followed that for days.
From French creeks to dead schools
And speedways to her room
Always ready to get a little loud
And get a lot of high.
She was queen in nobody's mind
But mine and I was off limits
For at least a few minutes
Until she smelled the wind
Of a best friend's errors
Like I smelled the air of her best kept secret
And we made a new one. She knew I'd keep it
Shouldn't I feel alive
We never really tried
But we did more than sleep that night.

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