Your slick moves,
under the smoke we sit,
breathing in vertigo,
the intoxication that never leaves
and a scent to burn
our insecurities.
Your slick moves,
under the light that oozes,
has become my kind
of lifeline.
-MW
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 11:58 PM UTC
Your slick moves,
under the smoke we sit,
breathing in vertigo,
the intoxication that never leaves
and a scent to burn
our insecurities.
Your slick moves,
under the light that oozes,
has become my kind
of lifeline.
-MW
