She smelled like 2am
Took him back to her place
Under the shadows of doubt
He had the whisper of lust
She closed her eyes in his trust
She said tuck me in
He knew his judgement was sound
Still he pulled back the sheets
And said you better lie down cause the angels are watching
She closed her eyes and said quit the talking
You can hurt me do whatever you like
Her every word was in italics
As it would fall from her lips
She said tell me what to do
He knew right then he was done
Feeling lonely and confused
He said you better lie down cause the angels are watching
She closed her eyes and said quit the talking
You can hurt me do whatever you like
So he said shut your mouth girl the angels are listening
The man was silver key and frayed clothing. Fierce and gentle at once. Blood and skin the motivations perhaps for the whole night. What would his employer say? Golden haired woman was one of them, the one he ran away with in a coach with a sleeping girl in back. Fugitives of crime and time.
He told her to run. That was before he had looked at her with the heat of his allure. Because she had said, "Take me" and he had promised her the Hunger, the Curse, the Lust.
Took him back to her place
Under the shadows of doubt
He had the whisper of lust
She closed her eyes in his trust
She said tuck me in
He knew his judgement was sound
Still he pulled back the sheets
And said you better lie down cause the angels are watching
She closed her eyes and said quit the talking
You can hurt me do whatever you like
Her every word was in italics
As it would fall from her lips
She said tell me what to do
He knew right then he was done
Feeling lonely and confused
He said you better lie down cause the angels are watching
She closed her eyes and said quit the talking
You can hurt me do whatever you like
So he said shut your mouth girl the angels are listening
The man was silver key and frayed clothing. Fierce and gentle at once. Blood and skin the motivations perhaps for the whole night. What would his employer say? Golden haired woman was one of them, the one he ran away with in a coach with a sleeping girl in back. Fugitives of crime and time.
He told her to run. That was before he had looked at her with the heat of his allure. Because she had said, "Take me" and he had promised her the Hunger, the Curse, the Lust.