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Rainy Night In Soho

I want to trace your lips,
I want your breath in my lungs
I want all those parts of you that you never would give to anyone else.

When we meet it will be raining,
I'll play coy even though I'm not so hot at it,
I'll sip my coffee and bite my cheek,
you'll smirk and I'll pretend to hate you,
but I'm incredibly attracted to smirks.

There will be a penniless musician on the street corner,
'Good times for a change...'
I'll look behind me, note that you're following,
but you won't look at me, you're bending to put a twenty in the open case.
Maybe I love you already.

Your navy blue rain coat will make me sigh,
that little bit of scruff will drive me mad,
and don't even get me started on your dimples.

You'll glow under the street lamps,
I'll weave in and out of the shadows,
but you won't give up,
you promised not to when our eyes first meet.

switch over.

I'm getting cold,
but I love the chase,
the way you casually walk,
as if this is nothing,
but I know you're stalking me.
And how thrilling that is.

But;

My feet get weary, they start to drag,
I can't keep this pace.
I slow and slow and slow, until I have to admit that I just want it,
I'm tire of being five steps ahead.

Your fingers slide though mine,
our palms align,
and we silently agree that our hands fit together like two hands should.
I hold tighter, this is crazy, but you'll stay until I'm ready to let go.

It's just us on the busy street, waiting for the other to speak,
I won't let my words ruin this kind of perfect imperfection,
so I stay silent.
I want you to say something, I want to hear your voice.

Instead, our eyes meet again,
we're real and vulnerable,
and it's not possible to fall in love this way,
but we will,
and we do.

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