When I first met you
I felt like a fumbling
awkward girl in grade school.
When we first made love
I felt as awkward as when I smoked
my first 'L' but I wasn't hard
to tell that like a Swisher
your body was just as sweet.
when our eyes meet
and I feel the touch of your lips
I’m addicted to them like
the alcoholic in me that sat
on the balcony and gripped the glass
bottle... now all that's left is contact
smoke and broken glass.
Smoke an L or have a drink?
I think I’ll pass
and make forever last with you.
Angela D Bean
Copyright ©2009 Angela D Bean
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