Date Nights
The inches between us seems like miles,
two destinations, and a highway of fabric.
two destinations, and a highway of fabric.
Stomach with a thousands of caterpillars,
which I pass off as bad pub grub.
which I pass off as bad pub grub.
My hand crawls against the couch, cutting the distance
and after a long fake stretch my hand is on your shoulders
pulling you closer to me.
Your straight blonde hair covers your face
a natural mask driving away my praying eyes.
The movie is background noise as I attempt to
take off your mask by brushing it aside, so
I can see your beautiful face.
a natural mask driving away my praying eyes.
The movie is background noise as I attempt to
take off your mask by brushing it aside, so
I can see your beautiful face.
Lights are out, popcorn bowl empty.
Just you, me, and my zoned out roommates.
Who are missing the show between us.
Just you, me, and my zoned out roommates.
Who are missing the show between us.
The subtle tickling of skin between pants and shirt,
the soft caressing arms, and several thumb wars that weren't entirely fair,
and of course I let you win.
the soft caressing arms, and several thumb wars that weren't entirely fair,
and of course I let you win.
I always let you win.
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