city lights

I’m starting to understand why physical attraction sometimes has nothing to do with what we can see. Because I am literally standing on top of the world, hunched over the railings of my hotel room, staring deeply at the lights at the far end of the city and I can still remember what she smells like. I can taste her soft nipples on my breath. I can see her smile when I close my eyes.

 

 

– 15:46 (CITY LIGHTS, CIGARETTES, AND SLOW SONGS)

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