attraction Soma Cold autumn dew glistens as we walk. The shawl of night, stretched to warm the city's shoulders, seems faded and worn We dally at the sidewalk's edge. Like a star burns across the dark The sparkling hot fire of her sigh. My face slips from peace to perplexity — "overwhelmed by your beauty," her reply. The heat of her lips, she closes her eyes Mine remain ever watching, eyes wide My thoughts and my feelings again all collide Are logical choices without feelings just lies? Standing there on that cold suburb road Her car dwindling into the city's glowing heat The stars' beauty above seems hollowed Made of planes, satellites, and aerial deceit If it's true we chose to love What is attraction made the fuck of? 221013 ... nr she isn't sure how well she knows you before you moan her name after she climbs on top of you and holds your head and kisses your neck and your ear and then you verbally give yourself a time limit for your time spent because otherwise hours would turn into days but you don't stick to the limit and now maybe she knows you a bit more 221016 what's it to you? who go blather from