When we start kissing
in the backseat of a cab,
by the time we come up for air,
we are already in a different
postal zone
She likes that.
‘Hurry ruins everything’
she whispers as she
pulls me to her,
again.
When we start kissing
in the backseat of a cab,
by the time we come up for air,
we are already in a different
postal zone
She likes that.
‘Hurry ruins everything’
she whispers as she
pulls me to her,
again.
July 1st, 2013 at 4:29 pm
this one’s lovely.. 🙂