FOR THE ROAD

Driving far for a thousand miles

Feeling like loving juveniles

I look at him as he smiles

Not minding our windblown hairstyles.

Now that the day nears its end

And we’ve reached the bridge’s bend,

He stops and speaks in silence

Our eyes meet, making sense.

All those posts with dim lights

I watch their glimmer in his eyes

As passion comes to arise

Hands now on my thighs.

~RaineFairy

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Just another girl who writes crappy doodles and sloppy scribbles.

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