last dollar road song

so it's like this most of the time with me laying arms out, a cigarette dangles, on the bed it's so nice.

but nicer still it'd be with you: nice as sexy, nice as naked, nice as needing: to touch you. waiting to ride in the back of a pickup truxk with you so late late at night and watch teh stars move by so fast as moments blazing by skipping rocks in quiet lakes and fucking beneath aspens watching all the leaves on last dollar road float by a hundred, maybe two feet up (covers the sky) and somehow, i'll be slipping into you as many times as a day will allow a year will hold water as much as we believe in it -the way oh so only as i believe in you- i want to carry you through tall grass and kiss freckles onto your skin: every hour where my fiungers do no feel you is one more wasted, thrown aside-

you're what cures my aches: i want you coming in my ear until the last song falls from our windowsill lips.

2003-11-25 | 6:30 p.m.
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