The curtain rises and sets a scene.
A dimly lit hotel room, king size bed, crisp white sheets..
Many lines taken, I’m strung out at the seams.
In you place the quicksilver, to feel the rush..
One Line, One High,
Lust and glamour outline your eyes.
Into the waterhole we twine as one.
A night filled with frisk and fun.
One line and I was hooked on you..
seen your spirit, thought I had you..
slip away, fall away..
in my ear you whisper..
“When I come down, she breathes..”
Pulled from a personal experience gone awry.