The Nights That Still Lurk In Our Minds
blurry vision
and impaired judgement
we are in your car
the music is blastingblurry vision
and impaired judgement
we are in your car
the music is blasting
some rap song
lyrics of drugs and money and large asses
you're bobbing your head to the booming bass
and you wink at me
slyly
through red, glazed eyes
joint in hand
you take a puff and pass it to me
i inhale and gaze out the foggy window
it's nighttime in the bronx
blackness surrounding with specks of illumination from gas stations and apartment buildings and delis
your hand grabs ahold of my thigh
and your whisper hits my ear
breath stained with alcohol
"you're my favorite you know, don't tell the other girls"
and i close my eyes as your hand rises up
and up
i don't know what i'm feeling
or if i like it here
i don't know if i should like it here
i take another puff
fire hitting the back off my throat
his hand slides down my pants
i think I might like it
right
here
here
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