No Last Names

by StillxBreathing   Dec 26, 2012


Vodka in your cup
Daniels in mine
Your eyes are locked
It's almost time

Sheets get turned down
My heart starts to race
You say come to bed
We're skipping third base

Your breath on my neck
I wish for the door
Hands feel my chest
Pants hit the floor

After this night
We won't be the same
No risks, no regrets
And no last names

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  • 5 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    There's something so very simple about the 'no last name' thing, isn't there?
    This reminded me of a few wild parties I attended in my youth! However, I never skipped third base - it was always so very fun, lol

    Take care.

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