You’re Not Wrong

On the boardwalk

The salty air stirring my hair

The soft rain pitter -pattering

and waves crashing

Like a background radio.

My hands danced up your torso

You squeezed my hip

And kissed me like I’m yours.

-Aug 2017

 

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