To your challenge Nep!!!

Fogged up

It's early Sunday morning,
And last night gave us no warning,
As we lie tangled in our holding,
Inside the fogged window ever glowing,

As the flashlights shined in our direction,
We had no way to explain our position,
We had stood silent upon the submission,
Of the heated light supplied by the commision,

Slowly we got out side by side,
With gliding hands to give us hide,
But passing cars revealed our slide,
As the fogged windows hid our clothes inside,

At last, I think we all understand,
All of us of the moment in hand,
But the next time, I'll finally make a stand,
Tangle you in a fog, with windows so grand,

The dancer moves without a trace,

Poetry by Saga
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Written on 2006-10-16 at 06:02

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great one ...i did giggle
te he te he te he