Play Again

November 17, 2010
By Anonymous

even though our lips were dry
and tasted of fruit snacks and sprite
and my hair was not soft
I had such a good time
with the moon peeking in between the curtains
the only witness
our legs were warm
and you noticed that my breath was quick
and that my dirty hair smelled like vanilla
we played a fine game
a laughing, silly game
I won
I hope you can forgive me
and that we can play again

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