They step out of the elevator.
Twelve floors worth of groping,
pulling, twisting, kissing.
Hair in place. Buttons intact.
Nothing dishevelled. Not a
single crease on her linen shirt.
Her bag still on her shoulder.
His hand in his pocket. They
step out of the elevator.
Everything in place. Except
for their hearts. Tumbling
out from ribcages. Love
struck, in constant daze.
nehamaami 
Lowely, gal. A quick kiss, from Moi to u.
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Girl, this is too much. *sigh.
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Everything in place, except for the CCTV footage.
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wow!!!
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Yep! Never forget the CCTV 🙂
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Beautiful. You can feel their passion…
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Obviously not an express elevator.
Or else they were super fast too.
J.A.P.
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Whoo-hoo-hoo boy! That’s some steamy elevator romance, that! Good one, again.
But how come no one else entered the elevator in the entire 12 floors? That’s called getting lucky twice over! 😉
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Love has its ups and downs. But you can avoid the downs by pressing no. 12, i guess. Nice poem.
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Nice post because my heart is beating now.
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A quick romance indeed. Ah.. those days!
Again, I can’t help but wonder if all of this is only imaginary ;-D
Nilu and JAP, the way you guys think.. lol
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wohh..awesome!
and it ends so well!
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Only someone young at heart can write like this. Thanks for reminding me of worlds forgotten.
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u tagged it under fiction, hmm…..
nice little poem, i like ur short and crisp style 🙂
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glad to have found u 🙂
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Dont ever stop writing. Simply Beautiful. x
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I like the quick pace of the poem; its urgency to stop being poetry before it talks about the lift opening. 🙂 Quite pretty
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