Skinny Jeans, Sharp Dressed Bite

Met him at sundown leaning on a car,

Skinny jeans tighter than a rockstar.

He smirked and said, "You've got a dangerous sway,

Care for a drink? I can't look away."

City lights flickered, his gaze so deep,

A velvet voice that pulled me to sleep.

Every step closer felt like fate,

Didn't even notice the hour grew late.

Skinny jeans, sharp dressed bite,

Dancing close in the neon light.

He pulled me in, said "Don't be late,"

Tonight's the night

I meet my fate.

We slipped inside, the crowd was packed,

Bass so heavy, the floorboards cracked.

I said "Cool costume!" to a mummy near,

He rolled his eyes and said "Four thousand years."

A ghost slid past with a wink and grin,

I laughed it off, then he pulled me in.

He twirled me once, then held me tight,

Said: "The night is young, and you feel right."

The music slowed, the crowd grew dim,

And every thought said "Go with him."

Skinny jeans, sharp dressed bite,

Dancing close in the neon light.

He pulled me in, said "Don't be late,"

Tonight's the night

I meet my fate.

We left the noise for a quiet street,

Leather boots echoing each heartbeat.

He brushed my hair back, leaned in near,

Said: "Darling, nothing to fear."

Lips like velvet, touch like fire,

Whispers sweet of dark desire.

The last thing I felt was his kiss on my skin,

And the world went black as he pulled me in.

Skinny jeans, sharp dressed bite,

Lost my soul in the neon light.

He kissed my neck, I sealed my doom,

Now I'm the fashion

In his tomb.

Style never dies

But I did."