Skater Love
He was thin, wore jeans and a beanie,
She was short, tattooed, black hair.
Skates board his thing,
Rollers skate her bling,
Defiant young kids without a care.
It was after the crowd of skates left,
And streets had emptied away,
Rollers skate her bling,
Skates board his thing,
A wet June night had stolen the day.
Absorbed by her eyes and she by his,
They balanced as one on skates,
Skates board his thing,
Rollers skate her bling,
And keys opened those sweet love gates.
Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2015
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