Passenger

by ElizabethE   Aug 22, 2007


Your driving me home
but we stop.
the cool night air is tempting me.
from the front seat
straight to the back
in this dark parking lot
where no one can see.
clothes are shed as
windows being to fog.
we are only friends
but i want so much more.
It it love or just fun?
bodies shaking and hair a mess
our lips cross but rarely touch.
my hands tremble
with pleasure and love.
our sweaty bodies
make us want more.
you don't know it
but i'm falling for you.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Stephanie

    Definiatly a good peice of writing

  • 16 years ago

    by udunno

    I felt it...

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