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A One-Nighter for Front Row

Me
You.
Rockstar.
Crooked smile
Sexy voice
Awesome hair
A body that says "Fuck Me. I'm delicious."
I want to obey.

You
You.
Fangirl.
Cocky smirk
Amazing voice
Awesome hair
A body worth the trouble
The kind I never want to get into.

We talk
Soon our lips are inseparable
For a while
You whisk me away
Slam open the door to a bus
Push me on the floor
Missed the couch

As our lips move
So do our hands
Skin against skin
Molded for the other
Our swollen lips part
You lift your body
You examine mine

You slam me like the door
Fast and hard
Moan, groan, gasp for air
"We have a room, Shaant!"
Pros and Cons of a band member's one nights

Dedicated to Shaant Hacikyan.
I knew him before he mad it big.