Who are we kidding?
We’re scary kids,
scaring fucking crazy kids.
We kicked dust traveling on a summer drive;
hands intertwined,
gears grease our minds
as my fingers crawl under your autumn dress
as far as you desire,
letting out a soft sigh.
A cop hit his cherry lights,
motioning for me to pull
to the shoulder.
She was going to tell me
her father was the sheriff,
but it slipped her mind.
As if.
He let us off with a warning,
making me promise not to make love.
So when he left, we fucked.
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