Magma Girl

Indescribably sexy, that naked eye losing air in solitude.

That drum n' bass undressing your drunk n' benevolent shyness.

Black n' white dress, waiting for dusty mess....

Red cup glass, dripping booze with no regrets...

Step foward,

Lose battle,

Lovin' shadow,

Out of supply.

 

Your hot magma is making the room pour in melancholy notes,

As ballons twinkle in the night.
No games,
No lies.

 

Just you,
And I.