Afterglow of a Forbidden Night
❤️In the silence of the night, a spark lingers - fleeting, intense, like a secret that must never fully be revealed. Her eyes speak of a moment that brushed the edges of the ordinary, a desire that broke through the darkness and left its mark. The smoke carries whispers of it, heavy and unspoken, and only the shadows know what truly transpired. In the stillness that follows, a heat remains - an echo of passion that lingers in the quiet and never fully fades.
Though I don’t smoke myself, there’s something undeniably captivating about it as a prop - expressive, sensual, and almost impossible to define. This picture was created with love and inspired by a song that feels as if it could be my own. Be yourself, love freely - society’s rules don’t define you, your heart, your choices, authenticity and the passion you carry do.❤️
👍 The Zippo is a lovely Stock👍
Everybody wants to know
If we fxcked on the bathroom sink
How your hands felt in my hair
If we were high on amphetamines
And everybody wants to hear
How we chainsmoked until three
And how you laughed when you said my name
And how you gripped my hips so mean
We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night
But the ending is the same every damn time, no, no, no
We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night
But the ending is the same every damn time
They think I'm insane, they think my lover is strange
But I don't have to fxcking tell them anything, anything
And I'm gonna write it all down, and I'm gonna sing it on stage
But I don't have to fxcking tell you anything, anything
That's the beauty of a secret
You know you're supposed to keep it
That's the beauty of a secret, oh oh oh
That's the beauty of a secret
You know you're supposed to keep it
But I don't have to fxcking tell you anything,
Everybody's waiting up to hear if I dare speak your name
Put it deep beneath the track, like the hole you left in me
And everybody wants to know 'bout how it felt to hear you scream
They know you walk like you're a god, they can't believe I made you weak
We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night
But the ending is the same every damn time, no, no, no
We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night
But the ending is the same every damn time
They think I'm insane, they think my lover is strange
But I don't have to fxcking tell them anything, anything
And I'm gonna write it all down, and I'm gonna sing it on stage
But I don't have to fxcking tell you anything, anything
Afterglow of a Forbidden Night
❤️In the silence of the night, a spark lingers - fleeting, intense, like a secret that must never fully be revealed. Her eyes speak of a moment that brushed the edges of the ordinary, a desire that broke through the darkness and left its mark. The smoke carries whispers of it, heavy and unspoken, and only the shadows know what truly transpired. In the stillness that follows, a heat remains - an echo of passion that lingers in the quiet and never fully fades.
Though I don’t smoke myself, there’s something undeniably captivating about it as a prop - expressive, sensual, and almost impossible to define. This picture was created with love and inspired by a song that feels as if it could be my own. Be yourself, love freely - society’s rules don’t define you, your heart, your choices, authenticity and the passion you carry do.❤️
👍 The Zippo is a lovely Stock👍
Everybody wants to know
If we fxcked on the bathroom sink
How your hands felt in my hair
If we were high on amphetamines
And everybody wants to hear
How we chainsmoked until three
And how you laughed when you said my name
And how you gripped my hips so mean
We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night
But the ending is the same every damn time, no, no, no
We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night
But the ending is the same every damn time
They think I'm insane, they think my lover is strange
But I don't have to fxcking tell them anything, anything
And I'm gonna write it all down, and I'm gonna sing it on stage
But I don't have to fxcking tell you anything, anything
That's the beauty of a secret
You know you're supposed to keep it
That's the beauty of a secret, oh oh oh
That's the beauty of a secret
You know you're supposed to keep it
But I don't have to fxcking tell you anything,
Everybody's waiting up to hear if I dare speak your name
Put it deep beneath the track, like the hole you left in me
And everybody wants to know 'bout how it felt to hear you scream
They know you walk like you're a god, they can't believe I made you weak
We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night
But the ending is the same every damn time, no, no, no
We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night
But the ending is the same every damn time
They think I'm insane, they think my lover is strange
But I don't have to fxcking tell them anything, anything
And I'm gonna write it all down, and I'm gonna sing it on stage
But I don't have to fxcking tell you anything, anything