WASTED

by Dora Elia Sepulveda   Apr 19, 2005


Arms out as wide as an ocean
lips sored just like a rose
your arms around me
not letting me go

your lips touching mine
it feels soft and gentle
your hands on my waste
wondering if this i can handle

your eyes looking at me
Me, just looking down
not believing that , that just
happened
and wishing nobody was around

walking together with your arm
around my shoulder
both of us having a smile on our
face
... who would of thought we would
break up
that was my 1st kiss that
I WASTED

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