It’s Dark…

we are sitting in your car
and all i can think is,
you’re married
and i’m, well, practically married.
we are talking about nothing
and holding hands like girlfriends

awkward silences rise up
but we laugh them away

i’m thinking about kissing you
so softly
and gliding my hips over the center
console to straddle you

the look in your eyes
says I could brush the hair out of your face
if i wanted to and if I dip my head low enough
you would welcome the feel of my breath
on your cheek

it’s dark and we are still sitting here…


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