Pools of smoke race off his tongue
As convincing words flee his mouth
By the grace of his worn leather jacket
I'm drawn in again
His kisses doused in liquor
Pull me in deep
One hand followed by the other
Trace my vulnerable spine
The warmth of his body quickly fades
As his Camaro drifts out the driveway
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 10:01 PM UTC
Pools of smoke race off his tongue
As convincing words flee his mouth
By the grace of his worn leather jacket
I'm drawn in again
His kisses doused in liquor
Pull me in deep
One hand followed by the other
Trace my vulnerable spine
The warmth of his body quickly fades
As his Camaro drifts out the driveway
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