His face felt electric As he tilted my head back. A crowd of drunken fools, having a ball. Throwing back too many white claws. And it’s 8 pm when you wrap your hands around the glaze of my eyes. Grazing, fading the rest away. And we stomp the pavement into the night. I’m lost in every single one of your movements. Like there’s fire from your finger tips and you’re burning my skin. Ignited and excited, carried away in a tangle of sheets. The morning sun feels blinding. The lack of response feels ending. Like who was I to act a fool, To sway my hips too willingly, To let my guard dance so easily out of sight. Like one night would mean more than being left, Alone.

His face felt electric
As he tilted my head back.
A crowd of drunken fools, having a ball. 
Throwing back too many white claws.
And it’s 8 pm when you wrap your hands around the glaze of my eyes. 
Grazing, fading the rest away.
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His face felt electric As he tilted my head back. A crowd of drunken fools, having a ball. Throwing back too many white claws. And it’s 8 pm when you wrap your hands around the glaze of my eyes. Grazing, fading the rest away. And we stomp the pavement into the night. I’m lost in every single one of your movements. Like there’s fire from your finger tips and you’re burning my skin. Ignited and excited, carried away in a tangle of sheets. The morning sun feels blinding. The lack of response feels ending. Like who was I to act a fool, To sway my hips too willingly, To let my guard dance so easily out of sight. Like one night would mean more than being left, Alone.

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