We started off love drunk, intoxication was excruciating,
Contemplating if this was real since we met through group affiliation,
Staring face to face, huge was her pupil,
But she was my ace, the card I would pull when stuck in a loophole,
A damn whore with a butt,
But I was her slut when we graced the dance floor,
Stuck in a trance with her hands on my pants,
So I looked left and glanced at the disco ball,
Controlling this romance from the top of the wall,
Slaves to the techno, wolves in the night though,
A damsel in distress, and I was the psycho,
Crazy was her type so her veins hit ice cold,
Frozen blue, morals went out of view,
And the needle slid off cue as we sinned to feel brand new,
She was my heroine,
That lonely leaf in the wind,
Smiling so hard her face didn't want to grin,
Until the music stopped and our faces dropped,
Snapped out of a dreamy state,
And woke up trapped behind reality's gate,
But when she touched my face and said everything was okay,
Our bodies drew closer and I heard her heartbeat where my head now lays,
On her chest, under her vest,
Beneath the stress, where her true soul rests,
For that night was meant to be,
Providing color for our destiny,
Cornered in the four walls of genuine ecstasy.
{-The Offbeat Human-}
