let's cross the street to find out what's there gives a me reason to move closer to you match your step, look at you from the side and smile at whatever you were saying just don't stop talking just yet i love how you express yourself with your silly jokes, not for grown folks and your confidence that you will be heard above the crowd we are descending in to you hang back a bit as we approach the door but i know you aren't polite really you're enjoying my tight jeans you whisper that you remembered i like this place does it matter as we sit
now i have to break our little embrace as all along as we sped by you, me, we took the other's hand and made ourselves one so easily, so naturally so as not to feel the interlocking of our fingers easy bounce of that connector between us now we have to sit and i can't bear to part