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We sat too close on your couch

ridden with memories from your past

Hanging out is what I called it

But somewhere deep inside,I knew

you expected more tonight

I slipped my Dr.Thunder

In slow motion everything seemed

Embarrassingly hiding the tattoo

I knew you would eventually see

which bared your initials,with love

Killing time,I laughed at how a Jewish Chicano

Such as yourself,

Could admire Moby and watch Startrek

VERY unlike J.P.

Ready to leave when the clock read 12:50

I got up to exit,but felt your breath upon my face

In one swift motion,I lost all control

And gave in to your sudden, surprising,

Yet mesmerizing

Kiss.

Calling my mother out of desperation

Pleading to staay longer

And do what we knew we shoould not

Through all the emotions you bring

And given all the time

I still chuckle to myself as Moby & Startrek

Are stuck in the back of my mind:)

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