18/30

It's the kind of night where I wear my special bra,  my red lipstick,  and put product in my hair.
Where I meant similar souls,  laugh louder than usual,  and say things I wouldn't say at work.

I flirt because I get enjoyment out of his curiosity, I get girly because I can, and by the end of the night in high on pleasure.

High on their energy.
Addicted on looks.
Still....
Empty on love.