Summer Night (day 417)

Perhaps the clothes didn’t belong on your body
It was a sign that they should be thrown away
Tossed aside like a used banana peel

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It was all I could do to stop myself from clawing at them
Ferocious like an ravenous wild animal
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Practiced in the mirror many nights alone
That swagger that brought you to me was mesmerizing
Little things inside fit together like suspenders on tight pants

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Something inside snapped loosening the grip on consciousness
Telling me slow but yelling at me loud
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Slight smell of desire, tequila, on her lips
The night crawled like the lazy street lights
Of a mid summers midnight romp always feel like

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Memories cursed through my veins when the sweat began to pour
Memories of a smell I can’t remember and a night I can’t forget
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Breath that rolled out like a freight train
Synchronized with the wheels of motion stuck under our hearts
Whispering secrets into places that can’t hear a thing

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Slipping into the nether region of things that last forever
Remembering that not all things good will last anyways
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