Open Poetry #47 |
nine o'clock secrets |
twistedpup Member
since 2011-02-25
Posts 115 |
Her hair a mess She waits for his text. Six forty five he says... lets meet. She replies yes Drives to a place just out of town no lights for miles no one around. They start to talk he pulls her close to hold her she lays her head on his shoulder. They begin to kiss and whisper Its cold outside, they keep warm by holding eachother. *hugs* |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Secrets ... everyone has them. Thank you for sharing this one. A |
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