Putting on those lace leggings oh so carefully, smearing my lids with charcoal eyeliner, hair tousled..I’m good to go. We walk the streets at night, jumping from club to club, bar to bar. All the faces a blur. Drink in hand, we dance, we stumble. Light up that cigarette, strike up a conversation or two. It’s on tonight, I’m not going home alone. Find a target and go for it. I hone in on a boy by the bar, tall & dark haired. He’s watching me; tapping his foot to the beat. I brush up against him, order myself another drink, he turns and smiles. We lock eyes, game on. In a matter of minutes I’m back at his place… Kissing, fingers interlocking, pushing each other from one end of the bedroom to another, his hair between my fingers. I don’t even know his name. Lovebites, my leggings tied his hands behind his back. Game on, baby.
It has never felt so good, to be so bad.
I’m no angel either, sugar.
