A younger me.
You turned away as soon as I turned your way
was about to leave
but the hunt made me stay
The dress and the heels only made me believe
that it was going to be you
around my waist when we leave
tongue on my chest exploring away
I walk closer
imagination running away
already on the dance floor
we’re grinding to Trey
from the floor to my car
I can’t help but say
ankles to the sky
that by the end of the night
will nothing be the same
even with your face in the pillow
the neighbors will know my name
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