I want to go on late night drive with someone with enchanting eyes,
Talk about whatever’s keeping us up without telling lies.
I would would have some snacks and drinks just for fun,
The night is dark but the moonlight will be our sun.
The stars are dancing in the sky ,
A shooting star !we make a wish as it passing by.
We sit on a cozy quilted blanket in the middle of the field ,
You ask me why I keep looking around ,
I say I’m not trying to get killed .
We both chuckle and we continue to gaze at the night sky ,
You tell me to rest my head on your chest,
And you wrap your arms around barely touch my breast .
I look up at you as you squeeze me with your strong arm and give me a forehead kiss,‘
it’s happening a southern lovers bliss .
Time flew by and it started to get cold ,
We went to your bedroom and the rest of the story will never be told ;)
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PoeticallyPurple24
I’m told I have a natural gift so let’s see how meaningful it really is !🥰
I used writing as a coping mechanism to get me through hardships in life .My goal is to become a poet that will change the world .I hope you can see my gift shine .
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