You were on the other side of the park and all I wanted was to kiss your lips and feel the heat of our synchronized breath. The sensations that you gave me could be easily confused by some drug results, love wasn't the cure but the pure sickness. Maybe I was high or sleeping, maybe I was drunk at the street.
Was the vision of your head pressed to my neck just a random thought?
pic by: jennifer medina
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