Kiss me to "Mr. Brightside"
with that same sense of yearning--
It came on in the gas station
at 1:00 AM
and I thought of us
locking moist lips
in a desperate embrace
slipping on the slick tile floor
and knocking over the candy boxes
smashing into the frozen glass
and spilling peach tea
all over us--
that guitar riff is weeping with lust
and I am
insatiable.
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 10:07 PM UTC
Kiss me to "Mr. Brightside"
with that same sense of yearning--
It came on in the gas station
at 1:00 AM
and I thought of us
locking moist lips
in a desperate embrace
slipping on the slick tile floor
and knocking over the candy boxes
smashing into the frozen glass
and spilling peach tea
all over us--
that guitar riff is weeping with lust
and I am
insatiable.
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