Heat lightning left its trace across the summer time sky.
Looking to check how late I've missed curfew your lips remind me why we are here.
So like the heat lighting leaving its trace amongst the night time clouds, I plan on tracing your outline with my fingertips.
Quick illumination subsides into stillness.
(And goddamn, her body is a spectacle when the night turns on its momentary lamp)
I plan on unleashing all of my primal being on you tonight.
All four and half inches of it.
Pretty awesome flight there, but that last line . . . oh, bro. Funny, yeah, but talk about spoiling the mood!
ReplyDeleteI was trying to create something that would make someone laugh, so I think it's safe to say I was successful with that. Definitely a mood-killer.
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