May 26, 2015

You walked out to my 

white pickup truck with 

me and we leaned against 

the door under the dim 

streetlight outside your house. It was 

quiet when your lips met 

mine and I thought about the 

clouds in the sky, and how closing 

my eyes made your lips taste sweet.

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[Perkele.7885]

It could not have been me this time, I am iron clad with a solid paper trail. April 23rd, I could've perhaps been had!