Rock n'roll demon.
A man with curly hair and red lips; leather jacket and black jeans.
jumping around the sage in front of me.
thoughts louder than the music.
blasting from the speakers by my side.
Feeling dizzy from the whisky shots.
I'm not gonna lie, had my eyes on you all night.
trying to figure out if to go home or stay the night.
spent the next three songs trying to find a flirty look, reference or touch.
not convinced it would work.
In a rush of confidence, i finally do it.
and as soon as the sentence left my lips,
they're pressed against yours.
lipstick smared an our faces as bright as aur cheeky smiles, then, the conversation starts.
My heart's beating out of my chest.
let me give it to you as a post-gig snack.
you said I'm hot, make me hotter babe.
you're looking like a rock n' roll demon
Can i summon you by chanting your name?
freak - will i see your gain?
YOU ARE READING
her soul whispers
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