That night together I could never forget,
How close I felt the second we met.
His hard chest and tanned skin,
The way he feels—where do I begin!
His hands slowly moving up my thighs,
Jesus boy you make me feel alive!
Dancing ghosts fill the room,
With the scent of Newport’s cheap perfume.
I stare into those seductive eyes,
As he ***** me hard with moans and cries.
Kisses with lips stained with hard liquor,
As our bodies start to move quicker and quicker.
When we’re done he pulls out a brand new pack,
As he traces the outlines of my bare back.
No other feeling could ever compare,
Than the one after *** smoking a square.
The minutes turn to hours and the hours turn to minutes,
But our words keep coming our dreams stay infinite.
From the stars to our secrets,
From our strengths to our weakness.
Tangled in sheets we dread rays of dawn,
When we finally get up and put clothes back on.
Reality and logic get caught in the smoke,
And to see you again I only can hope.
But after just one night I can tell by your eyes,
That love, somehow, had found our lives.
*(j.j)