friday nite invites

Outside it’s breezy and twenty degrees in here the air feels humid and still the floor’s elbow-to-elbow and I guarantee dance for 40 minutes and the heat can kill I left the dance floor fully drenched we drank at the bar til our thirst was quenched I peeled off my overshirt but that didn’t work I still felt flushed and sweaty a guy motioned me to dance but I wasn’t ready Then someone opened the door the icy air rushed in—I didn’t flinch It felt like heaven—I wanted more dance guy was back, the entitled prince the 05611 is full of pushy guys when they want something they try and try and try I pretend I can’t hear them cause the music is bumping Friday nights are such a release a time for fun and controlled caprice but it’s also a hot-point time to do-a-prendy when you say no, divers can turn unfriendly I’m not Julie Andrews—I’m not offended It’s kind of a complement, I’m just not interested If you can take a yes, then you should take a no I could be protecting you, for all you know, so chill-out playas, don’t be so gung-ho. . . Songs for this: Hit My Heart by BOY Cake By The Ocean by DNCE BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 01/23/25: Divers = numbering more than one do-a-prendy = a quick hookup 05611 = Yale's zip code