juillet 03, 2002
hot damn
seething, sultry evenings hide two hundred reasons to deny excitement over the events at hand.
it's the heat the imbibing the late hour leading to the momentary lapse of judgement. i know in the deepest parts of my being that circumstance, circumstance is entirely responsible for what happened. i feel in the darkest part of my being that it may never happen again.
but that doesn't mean i have to give up hoping, do i? let me keep my hope.
leave me
the taste
the smell
the touch
the moment of realization
the second it ended
the way it felt.
the way he felt.
the way i felt.
and my hope.
Posted by shivery at juillet 3, 2002 09:29 AMComments