On Song (volume two)


R U Mine by Arctic Monkeys

The pub is dark, the music droning in the background with no discernable melody, just a driving beat that thrums in his blood, stirs his pain. 

He’s drunker than he’s been in a long time. 

A very long time.

But then, she could drive a man to drink with one look from those amber eyes. Eyes that could narrow in desire, or widen in wonder.  Eyes that could pierce a man’s soul, could see your past, present and future.  Eyes that could make you weak, could send you to your knees in front of her, your only thought to lift her skirt, or unzip her pants, and place your mouth at the apex of her thighs, to watch her squirm, listen to her moan, taste her as she finishes.  

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