A Thousand Times
I think I died a thousand times
We just sat and drank this wine:
blackberry, black cherry, dark chocolate blend
I felt like we were sitting in some type of sunken blend;
a fabric that was soften and mesh in dyes to look like green
then you started talking and the evening seemed to scheme
like we were playing tic-tac-toe and you knew that trick with the double-
WhOa tHaT WiNe jUst StArTs tO HiT..is ThAt tHrEe BoTtLeS RoLlInG dOwN ThE MiSt?
. . .
. .
I wonder how It WOULD be like to KISS THESE talking LIPS
Is it easy if I WANT to just place MY HANDS ON HER grey stretch skirt covered hips
...She's still talking....simply talking...and I am mesmerized...
I can see myself, pour myself, in the reflection of her eyes
And I notice, I can't help myself to get nearer, so much nearer to her face
And I see her notice, but she has no motive, to push or place a chase
And then so close, I stop what I chose, but she press yes on the button stall
. .
. . .
We just sat and drank this wine:
blackberry, black cherry, dark chocolate blend
I can see myself, pour myself, in the reflection of her eyes
...She's still talking...simply talking...and I am mesmerized...
I think I died a thousand times
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