I Keep shakin� as a crack addict
Wobbly kneed like a diabetic
But the only time I find my calm--
My Fingerprints on the flesh of your palms
We swerve steerin� like we�re drag racin�
Your big eyes and their subtle persuasion�
Just enough for me to drink in
Thick blue like the Mediterranean
I want to Pick you up again, hold you near to me
Strain to listen to every word you speak
Kiss the mint taste on your lips
Hold you round the hips with fingertips squeeze
I love it when you shake �yes�
Reassure me: I�m not second best�
That you�ll stop your car again and let me kiss you
Good night.
5:16 pm - Thursday, Feb. 26, 2009
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