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One Ounce

This place is hell, so let’s just bounce
See if we can score an ounce
Smoke it up for another escape
Turn me on and I’ll wear that cape

Fingers trailing up my thigh
Reaching inside for the ultimate high
Soft lips that brush and tease
Bringing me to my knees

Rough hands tugging at my hair
This time we’re not coming up for air
We’ll make our own reality
And play out all your fantasies

“Time out” you say, “I need my fix”
And I can’t stop staring at your lips
Remembering where they’ve just been
I fall into another languid daydream

Where I just sit and watch you smoke
Taking the peace pipe filled with dope
Waiting for your touch to light me up
Forget the world in the perfect fuck

'Cause heaven feels close enough to touch
And maybe, just maybe, this could be love
If heaven could be found inside a bong
And reality didn’t feel so wrong

So take me down one more time
Just one more fuck and you’ll be mine
Until the ounce goes up in smoke
Taking with it this loveless hope
 
Indie Adams 2012
Indie
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
Published | Edited 23rd Jan 2012
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