All the ladies on my street know, I don’t play where I live. Especially since I’ve got nothing to offer beyond one night and a lot of bitterness.
But when the girl-next-door gets locked out, I can’t exactly leave her outside, right? Wanting her is a bad idea but the trouble is she’s nothing like the self-absorbed diva I thought she was. She’s sweet and pure in all the ways I’m not and makes me remember what it felt like to really live. Maybe having a little fun is exactly what I need.
I can’t give her forever, but I’ll give her everything right now. Until right now is no longer enough and I want to give her more.
One more touch.
One more moment.
One more day