Scrambled Thoughts Of A Mad Woman

Flame

You keep it cold in your vehicle

The air is always blasting

I sit in the passenger seat

My arms itch with the cold setting in

We talk

I scratch my arm

We laugh

I'm breaking the skin

It's time for you to go to work

You lean over

You hug me

Then you turn and kiss me goodbye

My body is set aflame

I'm left with the sensation of you on my lips

Then we part ways

And I wonder why you won't allow me to be yours.

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For Puppy