♪ Sucking the Queen's Book ♪

The lights on the field stretch out the shape of the fair path, and he's standing in his white shirt in front of his opponent, with cold eyes, but he can't hide a hint of curiosity, and when he comes close, he gets back a little bit, and he gets to his wrists at the last minute, and the low breath comes in his ear, and they're close to hearing each other's heart beats, and under the light, the cheeks of the fair, and they're warm, and their fingers don't hold each other's horns, and they're squeezing his neck, and he's stuck in his eyes for too long, and the air is lit, and the air is strung up, and the fair is strung, and it's strutting away, and the light is like a shadow.