Your Shirt
you hand me your shirt, the palest of yellow
said this is the one I wore when we met
you button each one leavin the two at the top
sayin darlin, you sure are lookin hot
and I don't remember the color of your shirt
all I remember is the total outlook
the careless appeal with that twinkle in your eyes
I knew I was goner that very first night
my stilettos click on the cool dark tile
we snuggle up close for a movie and some wine
long before the credits begin to role
we're lost in the moment of being so close
one by one, each button gets undone
we are back where we started when I first put it on
nothing but white noise from the plasma tv
the shirt looks real good on the floor where it lays
and I don't remember the color of your shirt
all I remember is the total outlook
the careless appeal with that twinkle in your eyes
I knew I was goner that very first night
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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