Please just let me take your picture...

please, please, please..


Sunday Night.

You and me on our favorite bar. Doors closed. Too crowded.
You, touching my waist.
Me, kissing your lips.
About 5 minutes ago I saw a guy standing across and fucking staring so much.
I didn't mind really. We were kissing a lot and I couldn't care less.
I went to the bathroom and I could feel someone following me. 
He came too close repeating something I couldn't hear.
- What?
- Does your father know you're out?

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