Backseat Front
We were sitting in the back
but of the front
of the bus
me
Sam
we were talking
then it progressesed
we were silent
staring at eachother
face to face
what i wanted
she wanted
it just happened
i wanted more
i dont push
she dose
i like it
so dose she
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