to you. by Angela Thomas it's six am, and the only thing i want is you. i want to kiss you, like we did on the stairs and it took us twenty minutes to get up. and then, i want to follow you, drunken, to the car parking lot and dissolve into your mouth. nothing does compare with you. half a bottle and i'm going to meet you somewhere in the dark, where we can love. dear, wait for me, and i will bring myself to you. 05/27/2004 Posted on 05/27/2004 Copyright © 2026 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2026 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)