With sweat poring
with desire adorning
And our bodies burning.
With two cigarettes
One for after
And one for the morning
Another rendezvous
trembling in each others grip
Smile and bite your lip
Like you always do.
In ten thousand lifetimes
I never thought they'd be a scenario
Where your arms would be wrapped around me.
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 12:41 PM UTC
With sweat poring
with desire adorning
And our bodies burning.
With two cigarettes
One for after
And one for the morning
Another rendezvous
trembling in each others grip
Smile and bite your lip
Like you always do.
In ten thousand lifetimes
I never thought they'd be a scenario
Where your arms would be wrapped around me.
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