Midnight Molasses
nicotine stained fingers
tap ashes
into a shot glass half
full of midnight molasses
amber buzz in my
bones
watching from across the room
she knows i got a jones
she got a body i want
to own
lickin, my lips- lettin' her know
i'm full grown
just sittin' here tryin'
to get my lie together
i ain't gonna lie
i want us to ride together
lying so i can love her
better
and, yeah, so i can
peel her out that sweater
grab a napkin from the bar
intent on writing her a letter
expressing how i wish we were alone
the first time that i met her
order me another shot
of that midnight molasses
glance back across the room
her and him are tapping glasses
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