It’s almost July,
and here I lie,
losing sleep over you,
and it’s not even midnight.
I tossed strands of your long,
red hair over your shoulder,
and you’d shiver
and giggle as I kiss your pale neck.
I’m head over heels
for a chick who dances on my heart
to a beat that she’d bump and grind to,
and we only met last night.

(© 2022 AC)

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