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Vodka Soaked Lipstick Traces
Vodka soaked lipstick traces
The end of night fumble in the dark
Blurred lines slurred words
It’s cold out here
Strike up the match
What started as innocent talk
Then mixed with alcohol
Becomes something more dirty
There is no pretence of love
It’s drunken fuelled lust
The cracks of submission appear
Whatever voice was against it has faded
Eyes see something very different
Inhibitions are torn away
Thinking the idea this time will last
The darkness takes care of the madness
The music has long gone
This quite another dance between bodies
Messed up hair messed up sheets
Sobering regrets in the morning light
The end of night fumble in the dark
Blurred lines slurred words
It’s cold out here
Strike up the match
What started as innocent talk
Then mixed with alcohol
Becomes something more dirty
There is no pretence of love
It’s drunken fuelled lust
The cracks of submission appear
Whatever voice was against it has faded
Eyes see something very different
Inhibitions are torn away
Thinking the idea this time will last
The darkness takes care of the madness
The music has long gone
This quite another dance between bodies
Messed up hair messed up sheets
Sobering regrets in the morning light
Published 16th Feb 2019
| Edited 29th Jan 2020
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Anonymous
17th Feb 2019 3:36pm
''The darkness takes care of the madness
The music has long gone
This quite another dance between bodies
Messed up hair messed up sheets
Sobering regrets in the morning light ''
one of the reasons i no longer have drunken sex...
this is very well written
The music has long gone
This quite another dance between bodies
Messed up hair messed up sheets
Sobering regrets in the morning light ''
one of the reasons i no longer have drunken sex...
this is very well written
