THE APOCALYPSE

My conscious sober just like magic, she's attracted to my every thought. She's my anaesthetic. I would show a middle finger to anyone who said she and I were wasting time and would never work, I'm pretty sure they are just jealous of us. She was my magic and I would rather keep chanting incantations for the rest of my life and not looking for any other woman, I already knew her motive and she knew mine. You okay?" I asked brushing her cheek with my thumb, her face was so smooth. She just nodded and cupped her head in her palms, resting her hands on the knees, still on the floor. She sat pulling her legs up to her chest. Her face with that look you just knew something is up. "Probably I drank too much wine, my head is fuzzy and heavy" she rolled her eyes at me when she caught me staring like in disbelief, still I wasn't sure I had come out of my head. I shook my head and said I was going to get some ice. "I need water first" she softly requested with that voice I can't say no to... This is mature content.

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AFTERGLOW

(One, two)

Stop the clocks, it's amazing

You should see the way the light dances off your hair

A million colours of hazel, golden and red

Saturday morning is fading

The sun's reflected by the coffee in your hand

My eyes are caught in your gaze all over again

We were love drunk, waiting on a miracle

Trying to find ourselves in the winter snow

So alone in love like the world had disappeared

Oh, I won't be silent and I won't let go

I will hold on tighter 'til the afterglow

And we'll burn so bright 'til the darkness softly clears

Oh, I will hold on to the afterglow

The weather outside's changing

The leaves are buried under six inches of white

The radio is playing, Iron & Wine

This is a new dimension

This is a level where we're losing track of time

I'm holding nothing against it, except you and I