It’s 1am,
The rooms too bright,
Take off your socks,
Turn out the light,
Sit above me,
So I can take you in,
Your soft ears,
Your stupid grin,
Let’s do ***** shots,
Like a mother bird,
Throat burnt,
Vision blurred,
Now under the covers,
And into bed,
Upon my chest,
Is where you lay your head.
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 4:30 AM UTC
It’s 1am,
The rooms too bright,
Take off your socks,
Turn out the light,
Sit above me,
So I can take you in,
Your soft ears,
Your stupid grin,
Let’s do ***** shots,
Like a mother bird,
Throat burnt,
Vision blurred,
Now under the covers,
And into bed,
Upon my chest,
Is where you lay your head.
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