((short but sweet))
((also an old one because writer's block is a bitch and i just got home from the hospital))
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my brown orbs takes over your blue so maybe that's why the almost-black night sky does nothing but attract you.
your artificial air surrounds my angelite pills. perhaps that's why a puff from your cigar gives the both of us thrills.
my lips are like paperweights to yours as i pin your body against a wall littered with led zeppelin and david bowie posters. your eyes stare me down with a certain feel i only feel on rollercoasters.
your feet wrap around me and we fall to our demises on my creaky mattress. you're not supernatural but you leave love bites on my skin like a blue-eyed vampiress.
and even though our night is filled with gas leaks, bed creaks, and unbroken promises, i can't help but notice that we share a certain dominance.
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why am i such a 70's hoe??¿