some are only touching hands
on ferocious streets in Soho
red leather on black skin
drink. **** it. repeat.
leave the litter of thoughts here
a full nothingness redefines them
a woman spits out a leave-me-lone
another one greets the waist of a lover
"what's your story?", I am asked on the sidewalk
but I don't have a story tonight
the night throws its colourful grip on the arrested lips
of a beautiful sub saharan woman
don't be a lady be a legend, they say
all over here
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 7:09 PM UTC
some are only touching hands
on ferocious streets in Soho
red leather on black skin
drink. **** it. repeat.
leave the litter of thoughts here
a full nothingness redefines them
a woman spits out a leave-me-lone
another one greets the waist of a lover
"what's your story?", I am asked on the sidewalk
but I don't have a story tonight
the night throws its colourful grip on the arrested lips
of a beautiful sub saharan woman
don't be a lady be a legend, they say
all over here
