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The Front Seat of Your Big Black Chevy.

Your hands hover over the small of my back
While mine slip behind your head
Resting on the seat we sit.
Sparks fly as our lips meet once more
Volcanoes begin to erupt in my stomach knowing what is to come
And I’m not ready..
I’m expecting you to try something
But you don’t.
Instead you keep your hands on my sides
Your eyes locked on my face
And press your soft lips to mine slowly
Embracing every moment like it might be our last.
Such a genuine feeling
So true and meaningful
This is what love is.
Though I may have been blinded before I can see it now
You and I were meant for this moment.
Right here..
Tangled up in each other
Embracing the little time we have left
Everything so perfect, a picture I can never erase
Right here..
On your lap
With your sweet arms around me
In the front seat of your big black Chevy.

1 March 2016

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