#musekin

The CDs music fills the air as you take him apart. Hands on his neck, lips wandering his body, drugs and liquor fogging your heads as you fumble in the dark of the back of the van. Moans fill the silence the pauses in his songs leave behind. Even now, he sounds as beautiful as he does when he performs. 

This is everything you never wanted to do with your life. 

Why does it feel so good to be with him?

I’m pretty sure I’ve never met a siren before, but hearing your haunting voice over wailing guitars… I’d surrender myself to the depths just to hear that sound forever more.