She entered the party
Looking really hot.
A blonde wig.
Then it started
And it all kicked off.
She grabbed me by the balls
“Let’s get out of here”
She said.
I took another swig
But how could I not?
Took me back to hers
Rode me like a horse.
But the trigger
Is not the calls,
But how they break us
And because.
Decisions.
We own them.
