Green Room
Crude awakening
Mistaken identity
Confused in vulgar uncertainty
A certain shade
Clothes us
The room darkens and lightens
We sit still
Bored and figiting
Waiting
Still sitting
But waiting
Aroused with desire
Not this time
The crude awakening aside
There is still innocence snoring
I cover my ears
and my hands keep there place
Long into the night
By mik3y
© 2008 mik3y
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