Empty bottles on the nightstand and his hand's in my hair,
And I'm face first in the sheets screaming your name...
Thinking of the way your lips felt against mine
And suddenly I'm lost under a tide of ecstasy
Washing over me, from my toes to my lips,
Through parted fingertips ripping my sheets..
And I could smell the alcohol on my breath,
I can tell from his hips that he's there...
But I'm nowhere around... I'm high off the ground..
Moaning your name.
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