30 July 2012

Minds absorbed in erotic noise.

Shadows of tempting hands.

Every mind with a story to tell.

Firearms on the nightstand.

One foot in the sand.

With a pull of karma's hand.

I go down.

Sinking, ruining the polish.

Of a silver crown.

Down.. Dancing, taunting.

Face and reason. Irrelevant.

Insolvent. No matter must pay your debt.

Taking the music from the air.

Breathless, emotionally tied to a chair, hands in your hair.

Pulse racing, but you've stole my flare.

Shedding no light, no color but sound.

Looking up & and the only way is down.

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