flying lessons
By catseyes
I remember tucking passion strawberryflavored lip glossin my pocket, in hopeshe would kiss me.My Guess jeansairtight, one last ass-checkin the mirror.A few leg bends to breatheagain.A fragrance to entice,carefully dabbled hereand there,behind the earthe inner thigh, the wrist.Big Farrah Fawcett hair,an angelic smile,and nails decoratedlike gift wrap.I shimmered.He showed upsmelling like Old Spice,in that rev’d up carwith a brown door panelon my side.His Levi’s huggingall the right places.ACDC screaming about balls.dirty deeds, and TNT,—I felt so free.We drove around town,he held my hand,then we parked for awhiledown by the river,he leaned overand I closed my eyesand he made me feel like something could last forever,like I was flying.I floated above my bed that nighttwirling my hair around my forefinger,smelling his scent on my left hand,thinking I’d never wash again,—smiling myself to sleep Written January 11th, 2002 © on Jan 11 2002 08:30 AM PST 0 • 10
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"I remember tucking passion strawberryflavored lip glossin my pocket, in hopeshe would kiss me.My Guess jeansairtight, one last ass-checkin the mirror.A few leg bends to breatheagain.A fragrance to entice,carefully dabbled hereand there,behind the earthe inner thigh, the wrist.Big Farrah Fawcett hair,an angelic smile,and nails decoratedlike gift wrap.I shimmered.He showed upsmelling like Old Spice,in that rev’d up carwith a brown door panelon my side.His Levi’s huggingall the right places.ACDC screaming about balls.dirty deeds, and TNT,—I felt so free.We drove around town,he held my hand,then we parked for awhiledown by the river,he leaned overand I closed my eyesand he made me feel like something could last forever,like I was flying.I floated above my bed that nighttwirling my hair around my forefinger,smelling his scent on my left hand,thinking I’d never wash again,—smiling myself to sleep..."