Spring Break, 2000 and/or Frank, revisited



As we share drowsy glances
Over cigarettes and useless information,
I can think of nothing
But the way your hands feel against my skin...
Looking into your eyes,
I try and hide myself from you,
Try to pretend that this mad desire does not exist
But my eyes caress the curve of your face
And I am hopeless once again.
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