Ten Five
Met you on the block
I saw you as "hot"
Had to get your number
I needed a shot
Like caffeine on the rocks
I needed you on top
Your smile was my liquor
I had a master plot
Why didn't I score?
I wanted a tour
Not just physical
Baby girl, I wanted more
I left for three months
By the end I was sore
My injury made me weak
Because yes, I fell short
I still had big dreams
Of us
By the shore
And If I come back,
Would you give in to the core?
Copyright © Jay Fern | Year Posted 2023
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