They look like they are each sitting in their mom’s kitchen…
I hope when it comes time for the Skype sex, they are no longer sitting in their mothers’ kitchens.
Yes, let’s hope they go to the basement rumpus room for that…
Unfortunately I think there is def breakfast nook Skype sex and later someone notices they didn’t clean up quite as well as they thought, like maybe they dropped a Kleenex under the table.
Write it! Omg please RC…
Oh, but you’re doing your word prompts… well if you want to do this instead of my word prompt, that’s cool too. I’m just shaking my pompoms in your general direction.
They look like they are each sitting in their mom’s kitchen…
I hope when it comes time for the Skype sex, they are no longer sitting in their mothers’ kitchens.
Yes, let’s hope they go to the basement rumpus room for that…
Unfortunately I think there is def breakfast nook Skype sex and later someone notices they didn’t clean up quite as well as they thought, like maybe they dropped a Kleenex under the table.
The photograph on the dashboard taken years ago, turned around backwards so the windshield shows. Every street light reveals a picture in reverse Still it’s so much clearer
I forgot my shirt at the water’s edge The moon is low tonight
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night I’m not sure all these people understand It’s not like years ago The fear of getting caught The recklessness in water They cannot see me naked These things they go away Replaced by every day
Nightswimming, remembering that night September’s coming soon I’m pining for the moon And what if there were two Side by side in orbit around the fairest sun? The bright tide forever drawn Could not describe nightswimming
You, I thought I knew you You, I cannot judge You, I thought you knew me This one laughing quietly Underneath my breath Nightswimming
The photograph reflects Every street light a reminder Nightswimming Deserves a quiet night Deserves a quiet night
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