Almost Done
I suck on my lip after he leaves
. . . and i can still taste his salt, and me
i close my eyes and breath in deep
. . . and i can still smell his skin, and mine
i wipe my face with my hands
. . . and i can still feel his fingers lingering,
the way mine, lingered on him
i go to spray purfume
. . .but i'd much rather smell like sex
i sigh, and wish he hadnt left five mintues ago
. . . i already miss him
im working on forgetting his enticeing eyes,
. . . but i never want them to go away
we were almost there
. . . almost
but she had to call sometime
. . . they are almost done,
almost
but he doesnt want to leave her
. . . and she doesnt want to leave him
but he wants me
. . . and i need him
remember, because of this, they are almost done
. . . but he and i
we have just begun
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