Blurred Untouchable
With my heart pumping, sweat pouring
I opened my eyes and slightly swayed
There he was, head tilted and smiling
Silent and waiting for my control to decay
I shook my head and continued to fade
In and out, of a drunken state
Breath heave and mind slightly dazed
He became my temptation, the devil's bait
Every movement I made
The world rotated in three
Lost but not afraid
I didn't care to see
Everything he did was only a tease
But that didn't stop me
From going weak in the knees
And high off of glee
The night became a blur
Memories mud-colored or black
Bottles of downed liquer
Oh what I'd do to go back
Surprise, Surprise
I left him untouched
Despite my heart's cries
And to my own moral disgust
He came to me bright
A light I dared to chase
He left on the next flight
Back to his untouchable place
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