Hands loll in position clicking in place dramatically. Slow rolling days bump my tired eyes awake. Fingers tapping my table with a bumble bee beat. Weak veins pulse as autumn mornings, crisp.
Lies wait ahead to make our lives exciting. A few hits of celestial rays gets my legs Making moves. Burning the ground Quench this fire in my mouth.
Take anything you want from me. I'd burn it sooner or later. You came on strong, but I held on tight. Our sweat crackles in neon lights
Just for the night, I'll be whatever You want. These feet tend to move in Opposite directions, but you're leading.
Promise me New York. We'll make plans for Berlin. Quell your guilt; my life Expectations were never high. Quiet, so not to wake your mom
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