The Nights That Still Lurk In Your Mind

blurry 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