Finding that perfect seashell on a cloudy day
Wishing for the rain to come
Wandering the streets and watching you take in the sights
Having a cup or 2 waiting to see what she’ll do
Hanging on the moments wandering if I’m going to be next
Pouring the water into your mouth ,I find myself following those stray drops running down your breast
I miss hanging out with you
Waiting to see where it leads, what street we wander to
What place will we be
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