one night to be confused
one night to speed up truth, we had a promise made. four hands and then away, both under influence. we had divine scent to know what to say, mind is a razor blade.
to call for hands from above to lean, would that be good enough for me?
one night of magic rush, he start; a simple touch. one night to push down and scream & then relief. ten days of perfect tunes, the colors of red and blue
we had a promise made
we were in love.