It was the way <br />my thigh felt against <br />the cool car hood <br />that made me <br />like you so <br /> <br /> <br />And it was the way <br />a risk can run down <br />a spine that made <br />my blood race <br />as a few bleary eyes <br />stumbled to their cars <br />unaware <br /> <br /> <br />and it was the way <br />you took me with such <br />strength and stretched <br />me between the <br />moon and Chevorlet <br />that made me <br />crave you so<br /><br />mariena soares<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/parking-lot-3/
