Pleiades from Space Junk by Sam Lou Talbot

PLEIADES

Do you love me like I love you? Do you want me to be yours? Do you love me like I love you? Do you want me to be yours? Do you love me like I love you? Do you want me to be yours? Or do you want to run away and go your own way? Or do you want to love me to meet me in the hotel room? Do you want to undress me and hold my body expectantly? And I will run to you if you follow Pleiades. I will try to call you when I can. You are lovely. I want to take your… and sink into it. I bet you kiss well. Your tongue, it’ll know where to go. And I bet you’d do the same thing down below. Down below. I bet you’d do the same thing, you’d know where to go, you’d know how to begin, and when and where to let go. You’d make me rapturous. Take my mind off it. Whatever I’m doing now, you’d clear my mind of it. And make my body weep with ecstasy in my sleep. If I could love you, I’d drip, drip, drip from the thick of it. The thick of it. The thick of it. The thick of it.

• Alternative
• counterculture
• folk
• indie
• post-punk
• singer-songwriter
• Glasgow