Headlights Spell Disaster


Hands forcefully grasp mine

suffocating kisses

touches once welcome

now repulsive.

Figure in the back watches.

I stare at headlights.

Does our secret show?



fingers gently searching.

Exploring mine,

exploring yours

kiss desperatly wanted

hesitatingly given.

Like a promise ment to be rescinded.


I dare not look back

my heart is watching.


the sky lets me know she is there.


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