Driving her home is hard when its raining down cats and dogs .
Howling winds are bitter cold as the windscreen on you fogs .
So you pull into a quiet place where the moonbeams fall .
A second or two passes and your backs against the wall .
Car parks are the devils playgrounds when you’re with a girl .
Lips invite you closer as your head goes in a swirl .
We are warm blooded creatures kissing in a car at night .
Like a vacuum our lips sucking together seemed so right .
OH MAN....I have said it a million times and I will say it a million more--I am a SUCKER for a kiss... and JUST because I am one ....does not mean I like every poem about one. I LOVE THIS. OH-the visuals! Thank you...Teresa
An intern architect at Ryan and Associates, Mateo Diaz has spent the last year learning his craft under the tutelage of partner Alex Ryan. Alex is the closest thing to family that Mateo has known since losing his own family years ago. But not even Al
I loved him. At age twelve he touched my heart with his music. At age twenty he captured my heart when our eyes met as he sat on a stage and sang Four months later, he fractured my heart with his refusal to allow us to stay together. At age seventy
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