You’re Not Wrong On the boardwalk The salty air stirring my hair The soft rain pitter -pattering and waves crashing Like a background radio. My hands danced up your torso You squeezed my hip And kissed me like I’m yours. -Aug 2017 Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...