Barefoot, back-lit,
Drinks and advances.

The world spins like CDs
But we move slow-
So say that you’ll meet me
After the show.

Come back to mine,
Here on the floor.
Maybe you’ll find
What you’re looking for.

Partook. Wrap it.
Forbidden tactics.

You say nothing.
I say less.
Cause we’ve both learned
Words lead to regret.

I take another drag
Off your cigarette,
Knowing after tonight
We’ll never meet again.

No good, damn it
Impulsive addict.

What’re you looking for, love?