liquorous lusts.

fade away
to that happy place
bump n grind
to sounds of deep beats and heart beats
sip at it
scull it down
shoot it up
then float around
cruise around
ooze around
opportunities?
for luuurrrrrrrve
for lusssssssst
for everything that detests innocence
flashing lights
wud i feel the same without them?
wud this rush still exist?
the rush i feel wen i see u there
u dont even know i see you
u dont even know i exist
can i steal a dance?
a kiss?
hell, id settle for a glance.
a glance or recognition
recognition that im here
that i exist
so that my idle staring
idle fantasising,
can reach a slightly higher intensity
so intense theres a fire danger
a fire in my heart
a fire in my mind
a fire in my gut
a fire everywhere as i feel ur eyes are finally all over me
fire, smoke, lights, music, liquor
the ingredients for an impassioned moment in time
between complete strangers
where communication relies not on words
but on lips, hips, eyes and creeping hands.
the music takes over
the music consumes us
as we are engrossed in our own selfish liqorous lusts.