Never Wanna Stand in Line Again

Maybe, you were made to be stared at while you wear that one skirt that runs high, with an arm across your waist and the other at your side. Maybe you are only nice to think of after supper putting dishes in the cupboard making sure what’s left is covered, and then maybe some shots later when I feel a bit sedated or just weary from a lonely upper middle class that only cares for paychecks and routines, when I want the pockets of your jeans I want your pressure on my face, it doesn’t have to mean a thing because you are only something nice to think about but never get, a constant daydream that arises but is too far-fetched to let compel my hands to action so I sit and carry on and grasp your neck in fits of passion that are only nice to think about but never ever tell, never get excited for, and never think, “well.. wait now” – because it is late out and you probably got somewhere by now.

But you are very, very nice to think of.

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~ by perfectionatrix on December 19, 2009.

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