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I'm completely Saturated with the things I've done. You press me against the shower wall and you bang me like those drums...


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Submitted:Dec 18, 2007    Reads: 111    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   


I lay on the ground, sprawled out,

Soaking up the sounds of the music

Washing over me in waves of rhythms.

My fingers and toes tap to the blues

Coming from a harmony of guitars.

My body feels the vibrations from the drums.

Drumming, beating, throbbing:

And all this noise reminds me of last night.

We hang up the phone and you reach

For the keys to your car.

You pull up in a little black sports car

And I wear a dress to match it, making some comment like,

I'm a 0-to-60 kinda girl, but it takes a while

For me to hop in the car.

You laugh and I laugh and your smile

Coaxes me to slip into the passenger seat.

Next thing I know, we're traveling down

Dark back roads with winding curves

And you turn in all the right places

Keeping the pedal low and desperately speeding.

Pull in, park, cut ignition, turn off the headlights,

Head inside for an adventure.

A stairwell separation between clothed and naked

And next thing I know, we're in a steamy bathroom

Hidden behind a shower curtain

Letting the water wash over us.

I feel the tiny beads of liquid

Drumming, beating, throbbing on my skin.

I feel your fingers drumming, beating, throbbing

down my body.

Your lips touch my lips and our tongues

Tangle themselves slowly behind 1,000-watt smiles.

My ears are ringing and my head is buzzing

And I'm dizzy with adrenaline.

You press me against the shower wall

And I think to myself, we're really happening, aren't we?





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