It's Saturday, 6 a.m., and I creep out of bed, trying not to disturb you
I can't wait to leave
I have nowhere else to be, and a two hour drive ahead of me
I'm still warm from your body heat though it's fading in the dawning light
And my clothes smell of the spiciness of your skin
But if I leave now, before you wake,
I won't have o say good-bye
And know it is forever.
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