06-18-2024, 05:47 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-03-2024, 05:30 AM by Tiger the Lion.)
Angelique (1st edit: CRNDLSM, Crow, Busker, WJ and Knot)
She passes by
Tuesdays and Thursdays
a little past three
in the afternoon
always wearing headphones
and bobbing her head
to the latest beat.
He hears the sound
of a vacuum in the hall
and succumbs to the peephole
for his twenty-second fix
of her narcotic, swaying hips
tangoing with a Hoover
to a song he cannot hear.
Angelique (orig,)
She passes by
on Tuesdays and Thursdays
a little past three
in the afternoon
always wearing headphones
and bobbing her head
to the beat of joy.
He hears the sound
of a vacuum in the hall
and creeps to the peephole
for his twenty-second fix
of her narcotic, swaying hips
tangoing with a Hoover
to a song he cannot hear.
She passes by
Tuesdays and Thursdays
a little past three
in the afternoon
always wearing headphones
and bobbing her head
to the latest beat.
He hears the sound
of a vacuum in the hall
and succumbs to the peephole
for his twenty-second fix
of her narcotic, swaying hips
tangoing with a Hoover
to a song he cannot hear.
Angelique (orig,)
She passes by
on Tuesdays and Thursdays
a little past three
in the afternoon
always wearing headphones
and bobbing her head
to the beat of joy.
He hears the sound
of a vacuum in the hall
and creeps to the peephole
for his twenty-second fix
of her narcotic, swaying hips
tangoing with a Hoover
to a song he cannot hear.