The Slow Song
What if…
…a slow song came on, and I told him to dance with you?
What if his hands stayed low on your back, and you felt the warmth of him against you?
Would you meet my eyes over his shoulder, or keep them closed?
“She is mine. But I love to watch her be wanted.”
What if…
…a slow song came on, and I told him to dance with you?
What if his hands stayed low on your back, and you felt the warmth of him against you?
Would you meet my eyes over his shoulder, or keep them closed?