Love Medley

Starts in the chest
like an electric
guitar blowing
through the veins.

The palms sweat
from the warmth
of the drumming
against the bones.

When the music
lasts long enough
to call is something
sex is where the
bassing happens.

Light it up, baby
light it up until
every head in the
audience bobbles
in front of the
neon lights tonight.

Written by: Flose Boursiquot, July 8th
Inspired by: AWALL instrumental medley

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