Often We'd Go

By Aud-ONE

Often we'd laugh and giggle like unexplainable bliss,
a little slip, hit and miss, but quick to cover it up with
obliviousness

Hush, a pale face turns red and blends in with your lips,
an elegant index finger is attracted to the end of your kiss

What am I to this? I am the receiver to your amaranth face,
gave your heart a taste to knock my dispositions in place

Not too loud, not too soft, suspicion raises a disapproving brow,
excommunicate us from society 'cause they think we doin' what now?

What, how? I hope my reach contacts your cheek at the end of my palm,
struggle through the storm and procrastinate the end of this calm

We know we're well aware that what we're doin' is wrong,
we may not have long untill our feelings are gone

Illuminate the soul,
so often we'd go...


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Often We'd Go

Created: Jan 10, 2010

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