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Little did I know..Hell lied right around this corner.
What lies on my tongue is the phantom taste of dark booze. We're so close to the club now, I can feel the ambience from way out here. It taints my mouth's inner walls in anticipation for the real deal that's soon to come burning down our throats. The compulsion to sway our hips and flash our breasts weighs heavier on our bodies.
The Hidden Hills downtown scene has always been a bit better than the places higher up. So we know the surroundings like the lips we have kissed around these nightclubs and bushes. Trust me I know all about it.
The midnight sun in all its seduction lies above the crying heavens. In trapping us in these barely lit imperial temples, these concrete houses of businesses and greed. Places where people like Jordan Belfort would consider taking it up the ass if good deals are made on the same surface. He probably would cum faster, knowing money touched the same cedar wood his back is on. In the reflection of the barrier between us and city life, we can face our raunchy wants and needs for speed through glass and the 'dangerous' blind spots near valet parking and shopping centers. Though in reality, there's nothing truly dangerous in Hidden Hills.
No danger, no taking your mind off things. Nothing. So I am forced to just exist and rot. The person I see on the other end of the window is the same person who is forcing me to live with the temptations that come within us as we tower above the Valley. A land that does all that for you.
Spritz of fire, flies outside the backseat window, as the rest of her torso is tossed out the opening. Her arms outstretched her reach for the downtown world. The wind catches itself upon my hair as small droplets make contact on my skin.
I let out little screams of uncontainable excitement as honestly, a form of endearment to my girl. City lights and shadows of palm trees cascaded down the line of vacant roads and sidewalks. Camera flashes cursed out my line of sight and the inner interior of the car. Seconds at a time. Just a strike of white light, striking Violet at the right moments to make her feel empowered. Her eyes rolled back as she saw everything from an alternative view. Her neck, just wide open for any kind of attack, makes me feel that unwanted vulnerability graze against the thin skin.
"Ladies, Ladies" The driver says with a grainy voice, wishing we were more captivating in silence than we are troublesome out in the open. "Sorry, Sorry sir." Violet apologizes with a giggle as she returns back in the car, she looks at me with a guilty smile. I just laugh along with her because I know I'm just as bad.
The night feels so young it's unreal. A sight for sore, tired eyes I feel like what I have in the palm of my hands is a newborn baby. So full of potential so beautiful, the ending to something that goes against everything I would ever wish or want upon this precious being.
