Rhiannon pens a sensual love poem exclusively for Different Truths.
Smelling lynx deodorant counting his breaths and trailing my eyes over his slouched body. One arm leant out the open window other hand lazily resting on the steering wheel. I snap my thumb away from the metallic heat of the lighter, still the cigarette is unlit. Flicking the lighter, he smirks and holds out a smoke. I breathe in trying to supress a cough. With the grin of a teenage boy in a car, with a girl, he slides his hand onto my thigh.
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