Poetry
These words are my sexy, little red dress
Friday, November 30, 2007
Turtlenecks
Your guitar lyrics wore turtlenecks in my presence as my deep eyes stood naked watching you stand with your arms crossed waiting for the poetry to seep from every crevice of my body until I was dehydrated.
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