Bright lights put me in a trance,
but it ain't house music
that makes me wanna dance.
Scorpio | Lesbian | Poet | Colorado | 20
i say nigga too much
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My hands on your skin, graceful
like a boat on waves.
The look in your eyes,
your irises like ridges
on a soup can.
I called your house
but I was already
sitting outside.
I left you
a note but I waited
until you arrived.
What has gotten into me?
I truly do not know.
I feel my muscles growing rigid
my breathing short and scarce
and the earthquakes enter my body.
(Source: cultusfeles)
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