Mourn another heart put back together
It's so tragic it's the opposite of a tragedy
Abide by the rules of ruby red lips
Peer into Sapphire eyes as the champaign bottle tips
Leading to a drunken devotion and vodka shots
Nothings better than candle lit homicidal thoughts
A Witty waiter with an indifferent joke
Who's only expectation is to evoke
A smile, smirk or even a grin
A laugh would need a bit more gin
Callous and sardonic though she is
she want's to be the one and only; his
Revealing skin with the greatest of ease
Not a false accusation to call her a tease
The intent is clearly sex and a dance
Biting her lip to give him a chance
Suspicion in the form of facial expressions
Who doesn't love bad first impressions
Fishnets and lace are bestowed upon the floor
They continue to drink a little bit more
Passion and pain with class and style
If only chaste could be this vile
A silver glint in the pure moonlight
Then crimson at the stroke of midnight
She's all done
She has her fun
She puts the knife away
She picks up the phone
Then she's alone
Dead body in an ambulance
What are one night stands for anyway?
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