6 posts
1/16/2006 9:26 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm


Friday night flights crowded booked tight;
the distance between us keeps me uptight.

Cell phones, pagers, laptops this week; anxious to get home and find you asleep.

Five o'clock as time moves slow; like the hundred New York cabs in our traffic's row.

Grasping your photo in the palm of my hand; edges worn white from my reflection held tight.

Urban shadows falling all around its late; the warmth of desire makes my stomach ache.

The taxicab radio begins to play our song; I am reminded by the driver it wont be long.

A needful feeling overcomes my grin; imagining your long hair, your perfumed skin.

The bright airport sign gives me hope; this stressful week at the end of my rope.

Arriving tired with blood shot eyes;
I catch a quick glimpse of your supple thighs.

Undressing quietly as if not to wake; then all at once your exposed as a fake. Your awake?

Laughing together its dark, quiet, and late; your in my arms now in love with this date.

The long distance dance which we both await.

rm_Synn74 43F
1206 posts
1/18/2006 1:12 am

my favorite always

I welcome you to the House of Syn...

rm_Synn74 43F
1206 posts
1/30/2006 9:30 pm

*screams then blows kisses to her long lost friend as she walks back out *

thank you

I welcome you to the House of Syn...

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