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Rating: Maybe your head is leaning against your shoulder, because you’ve had 3 or 4 too many.
Maybe you've got adrenaline coursing right under your skin just waiting for the go-ahead.
Maybe you've had your driver's license for two weeks and don't want to ruin everything, but in the end, who cares?
Maybe tonight you won’t feel like fooling around with dead meat and under the fumes of alcohol, you feel that all that's missing is a rabbit to become a predator.
Cigarette, fierce look
keys in hand and you get in.
You press the pedal and turn your head,
dart away and there's the smell of burnt.
Grass on the right, a strip of water kisses the asphalt.
Flash of a house in your face,
you get out quickly and press the name.
Yes? It's me. Come up quickly, they’re coming back soon.
Stairs, stairs, and more stairs, the door that opens, the TV is on and brain turns to mush. Blood pumps and you make love fiercely.
Make me yours, damn yes, make me yours.
Run fast! They’re coming back. The elevator is one floor below.
Damn yes, the elevator;
you call quickly and break into a cold sweat,
seconds feel like hours.
It comes down and you can already breathe, fear slowly subsides,
kick your foot against the wall. Slowly it eases the tension,
hold that steering wheel tight.
You're happy and you pat yourself on the back,
rocky beast and dirty blood,
hot legs and empty streets.
...Then you grow up for Christ’s sake. Keep it in mind.
(I apologize to everyone who made it this far)
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