Full nights of cheap liquor
With sweet cherry lips
My mind becomes a blur
Pictures of
Visions of
Locking lips intimately
Soft like heaven
The tingle her lips
Spark
Her hands her tongue all dance
With grace across my body
Night becomes morning
The dream it fades
I look over to only see
The cheap call girl that once said my name
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