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Sneaking Around
by Angela Thomas"I'm going to a freind's house."
And then, I walk out the door,
into your bucket seats and into
your mouth and with my hands
buried deep somewhere on your
neck. I feel like I'm young again,
prowling late at night looking for
the darkest places to park, to kiss,
to do all the things that make my
heart pump fast like a starved man
looking for a plate full of food. We
are sneaking around, and I am
personally loving every minute
of it. What your heart tells you can't
be all bad. I've always trusted that,
I will always trust that. I trust
my instincts. "I'll meet you
downstairs. We have to sneak." 05/25/2004 Posted on 05/25/2004
Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas
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