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AT SEX O`CLOCK





I`ll wait for you
At the
Park bench
where
we met
the last time.


Do you
Remember?


It was
Dark yet.

The
Dawn
Was coming.

The park
Was empty.

I
Was sitting down
At the bench
-drunk-
Waiting
For
The sunrise.

Then
Without
Saying
Anything
You came
And
Sat down
At
The same bench.

You
Smiled.

I
Smiled back.

Then
We
Touched hands.

and
We touched
Our bodies

You
Sat
In my lap

And
Started
Kissing me

Suddenly
We didn’t
Were two
But
One.

You
tongue
Inside
My mouth.

I
Inside
You.

The
Whole world
Started
To tremble
And
I found
Myself
Flying
Over the clouds.


Then
Like
The shadows
Of the night
You disappeared
And
I remained
Thinking:-
Was it a dream?

Since then
I returned
To this place
Every dawn
And
Kept
Waiting
For you.

But
You never
Returned
Again.

So
I`ll wait
Once more.
Until
Six o`clock in the
Morning

Thinking:-
Are you real?
Are you a dream?

And
I´ll
keep waiting
Every day
At six`oclock

Because
For me,
Since I knew
You,
In
My reveries
It`s
Always

Sex o`clock.



Text by raminaesilva added on 31-03-2008.
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