Bright lights.
Loud music.
Red solo cups.
Firm hands grip my waist.
Burning alcohol.
Blurred vision.
Rough kisses.
Erotic moans.
Care free giggles.
Blue eyes.
Grey eyes.
I'm his.
He's mine.
"I feel so close to you right now..."
(0:35-1:10 preferably but whatever floats your boat :))
We're wrong.
I can't help it.
It's hard
I love him.
He loves me.
