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POEM: after the gig

after the gig

when you’re sweaty
from the exertion
I want to kiss your
warm lips and smell
your delicious skin
I want to run my
fingers through your
beautifully disheveled hair
and help you carry
your things to the train
to your place or
my place or our place
I want to make love
then tell stories
laugh till we
fall asleep

12 February 2013
Auburn, AL

Published in Music My poems Poetry

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