We Were Rebels

Steamy flirts 
Joyride to nowhere
Hard liquor, AC/DC
And the cyberpunk scene
Your breath, my body
My whisper, your goosebumps
Riding the night like a freight train 
Catching itself up past midnight
Ranting drunk, singing mad
Sweat enough to fill each empty flask
Mere moans, or more?
Pulse of primal craving
Enhanced heavy-metal overdrive
Ecstasy’s flavor released 
All in one soundbite 
Stereo drums pounding us into rhythm
At the peak of omitted innocence
A razor’s edge love affair
Inhaling each other’s nicotine 
Intoxicating promises
A one-night forever

We were rebels
Born not to last


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