she

She wanders into the room while he lays there
Lays back on the bed next to him and then they share
The drugs and alcohol allow the conversation to flow uninterrupted
They talk about harsh times in their past, regret and innocence abducted

Agree they are so tired of the easy lies
Whilst fucking look into each other’s eyes
Burst inside and smashing through the chemical restraint
Her pussy virgin tight, the wash of drugs and dopamine make him faint

Rearranging a tangle of sticky flesh, look
Stink rises from the skin shares the aroma of fuck  
Here in their collapsed lives they are escaping pain by fucking
Reality held back by a pane of glass is grim, cold and dramatic looking

A carbon copy is shared of the kiss
Makes these fading moments cruel to dismiss
The waning light is the fleeting touch of those fingertips
A fucked up haunting echo that’s reflected on the press of those lips