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Several zips later… Lost-love and yesterday, they both have the same address, And the same zip code, and did she have a zip code. Power Assisted I thought, but that was yesterday. Today, I don't know Where she is but her perfume lingers, it's on everything I own.
Can't get away from the girl, been gone nearly twenty fours Now but I keep finding her in the car, in our bed, in the shower, There are no end of places where she silently waits to pounce. One thing excites me though, and that is that as we can't live Together, and we can't live apart, how long will it be before...
...And here it comes, the 4am tap on the door. Late bus just Got in and she took a cab straight here. Her side zip open And as inviting as ever to a familiar hand that slid around her Waist, a little sweaty from the dash I guess but sticky-sexy's OK with me. I pulled her to me and she drove into my body We said goodbye forever just over 29 hours ago and this Home coming felt like she'd been gone for years.
Several zips later, I finally realised why we can't live without Each other – making up is sooooooooooo goooooooooood.
© Joseph G Dawson Vote for this poem
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