#1 **Nights are not always deserted, sometimes they become indelible too.**

Sun bid its goodbye,
Twilight faded,
Dusk was high.

In the car, I rode,
On and on towards that board.
The neon-coloured banner flashed at me,
As if it was just wanting me to see.

I didn't care about anything that night,
But reckoned about one more word for anticipation, "Might".

Most of the rich people are cantankerous I knew,
But seeing one threatening the bartender, made me believe it was their flu.

Speakers were bursting songs out with full bass,
One could feel the vibration and can groove well along with the situation in the case.

It was then when I was just about to leave,
Your eyes took hold of me as if I were a thief.
I wanted to be there at a standstill,
Stare at those eyes of yours for the whole night,
Simply coz' with just one look they became my will.
Precise silvers with browns of mine,
I wanted to dance with you and tell you it'll be fine.
Purple dress of yours hit your mid-thigh,
Ohh baby,
That made me High.
High enough I were to be with you,
But I knew I would lose and wake up with you.
A girl as hot and elegant as you should come with a prophecy,
And the way you unleash your lethal weapons should be fucking illegal, wooh!

You shoved the crowd,
Towards me, you came,
I wanted you to know,
That to me, you weren't a game.
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Your hands from my shoulders went to my neck,
My hands were doing their work from your waist----
and moved down to rest.

Damn.

It was whole of you too curvy,
You pressed more into me as if you were hungry.
Your lip balm was shiny,
I was already drunk by your glamour without even being whiny.
Once more,
Your tongue darted out to your already moisturised lips,
And this time I couldn't hold back, so, I savoured the bliss.
Cherry lips moved with mine,
A flick of my tongue with yours was enough to send me High.
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#1 part of High.
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