Thursday, July 12, 2012

Clushed



My eyes followed you
When you weren't looking
Your eyes mimicked mine
I was always looking
I told you I liked the wet of your lips
I guess wet wasn't the word
But wet was the verb
That made you what you were
I dried you with drinks
So you wouldn't slip from my hands
We left the bar early
A first for us
But alcohol never lost
It's thirst for us

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