Josh Weiss

Rookie (8/1/1988 / Chicago)


She had eyes the deep brown of desire
Fanning the flame of that yearning fire,
Brown hair swaying along her waist,
As she turned around and we faced
Each other for a moment too short,
And I envisioned romance of that sort
Where we embraced in pleasure and need,
On one another in one sexual deed.
But the moment passed and she walked on,

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