Bonsoir by the Bar

heat-filled chest,

curly haired man—

a night of mischief..

you could be my ticket out

on lange moi koné

a man I don’t. & the

questions turn keys as he

leans in

to

me

God knows

I can dance in a red dress

on top of this bar

pranm~

movin chemistry to the car.

no intentions on loving you

mated souls & now I’m dazed.

dreams fill my heat, fool me crazy

tongues out raw

& I’m the other lady..