home at last

Jul 14, 2005 10:09

waking up
in my new place
to a sleeping you
streaked in morning sunlight.

I'm home.
in you. in sheer curtains.
in creaking floors.
in short plaid boxers
over tight tan legs.

wish i had the time
to strole my fingers over you
making slender shadows
on skin
watching you grin silently
through dozy eye lids.

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When I move again, paid big strong ladies or men are going to show up on my door step and tote every f-ing box up and down the stairs. I don't care what it costs. My back is never going to forgive me.

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i just need a lil something from you for the rest of my life.. yea-ea
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