Not A Game Anymore...
It was on a rainy Thursday night,
that they would finally cross the line...
No longer all just fun and games...
He tap-tap-taps on her windowpane...
Deep breaths and fast beating heart,
She steps around out in the dark...
Meeting him down the street...
She pops open the door, slids into the seat...
He sits there, nervous, for a sec...
Leans towards her, gives her a peck...
She blushes and smiles, but doesnt know why...
This isnt the first time she's kissed this guy.
But somehow its different between her and him,
small little smiles start turning into grins...
Moving closer, touches growing bold...
try to find more and more to hold...
Hesitant at first, when he gets to her pants...
She smiles, makes her hips do a little dance.
One button off, one zipper down,
the windows fogging up all around...
Ha...
It was on a rainy Thursday night,
that they both finally crossed that line...
Early in the morning, sneaking through the back door,
She knew, finally knew, it wasnt a game anymore.
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