He's the type you'd sneak out your bedroom window for,
The one you'd risk getting caught for while skillfully
Falling over the Baker's wooden fence.
His strangely secretive blue eyes are what fuels
Your tennis shoed feet across moonlit paved roads;
You'll ignore the suspicious growls of the two
Retrievers at the very corner of your block.
Only when you catch the scent of exhaust,
The gentle purr of the idling engine and
The uplifting image of his pickup parked
And waiting will your feet finally fly.
Yes, he's the type you'd sneak out your bedroom window for.
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"I can't shake this little feeling."
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haha, very cute. i thought you had great imagery and really described the feel of the situation.. i felt like i was that girl sneaking out, feeling so much for the one youre ready to do anything for..
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