June 6, 2012
This state of heated brilliancy fueled by

vodka and low–cut satin
Contorting, enchanting all the wide-eyed onlookers.

Giving me control over this smoke-choked bar.
My light floods the darkest corners, melts the white-gold hearts
I touch you, ignite your skin.

Kiss you, sear you, brand you.

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