For a Lost Jock You swagger into the small cafe Straight to the jukebox And don’t say Nothing As you grab a brew Then grin my eyes Back on you You easy on over to hang with me Get your scent and feel your knee Press next to mine real naturally It feels right and I don’t mind The casual touch just in time To quit myself from reaching out To kiss you softly on your mouth That barely whispers the lost goals You left behind on a country road See the stadium where you starred Friday night lights now dim to dark To some mill where you make shirts And curse your fate so much it hurts To look in the mirror and best forget College ball and all hopes you’d bet Went up in smoke before your eyes Could adjust to the touch and smile I gave to you when you revealed A truth inside you won’t conceal A tender touch and sweet release Of lust and a smoke after the heat Of passion but this is not the place For scenes like this so we escape To your quiet place back in the fields Of hay and cotton and whippoorwills That lay us down in your twin bed For you to sleep and dream ahead About tomorrows and summer suns Find us tangled as vines on the run That wrap us close and leave no doubt When I kiss you softly on your mouth
Posted on: Sun, 08 Sep 2013 17:19:10 +0000
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