sparkling, sweet, rosebud champagne overflows out of the bottle, seeps into our veins, and our bodies beat to the drum of popping corks and fizzing bubbles. cans and glasses litter the floor, and there's the odor of citrusy vodka hanging over the air, remnants of a drunken mistake that nobody bothered to notice. the sky is a floral symphony - chrysanthemum reds, bellflower blues, and a subtle touch of geranium yellow that peeks through a sky that is just drifting to bed, soothed to sleep by the sounds of our laughter, by the hum of our music playing from a cracked screen.
clouds of menthol, dream, and spicy smoke hang over your eyes, hooding your view from the rest of the world and i must admit, my dear, that i fall into the abyss, the trap, the black hole of your pupils. it draws me in like i've never experienced before - for the first time tonight, my lungs are cleared, my eyes are open, and my heart reaches for you.
but it scares me when you get close. when your watermelon lips touch mine, when your tongue reaches inside, when i feel your hot, hot hand touch my sides and caress my raspberry flushed cheeks. suddenly, the alcohol is gone, and so is the smoke - the only buzz i get is from you.
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a/n: hmm sounds like another ramble to me
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fire in the sky
شِعرall i wanted to do is listen to phoebe bridgers and think. instead, ive decided that life is too much to not document in words. 2020 ©rryleecc
