It was the way
my thigh felt against
the cool car hood
that made me
like you so
And it was the way
a risk can run down
a spine that made
my blood race
as a few bleary eyes
stumbled to their cars
unaware
and it was the way
you took me with such
strength and stretched
me between the
moon and Chevorlet
that made me
crave you so
mariena soares
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