polkadottedcheese

Shadows eat the day away & with it goes your caution. Stop signs disappear - not in the streets, but in your mind. There's no limit when street lamps illuminate the night & I become the content of my glass: red, fluid, sweet. When I let things come undone with you, another thing came undone too. In an eggshell state, with a broken mind, all I want has been left behind.

Fluid turns the snow to rose coldness runs, frost ablaze. Warmth present amber glow from you to me, me to you. Start anew, lust a'brew. & before I know it we too, are two.