She sipped from my glass and reacted “that’s strong”.
Pulled me up, for dance, at least that’s what I thought, but I could be wrong.
Walked past the dance floor. I knew where this was heading to.
What else would “Looking for love in wrong places” meant to.
Took me outside the club, “Do you got lighter on You?” She asked.
“I had one” pretending to look but I basked.
She said nevermind and borrowed one from the person smoking next to her.
Didn’t look like the normal cigarette, if you know what mean.
Handed me over to puff I took it but didn’t and returned it back to this teen.
Do you stay nearby she asked. I said No, but not far. She winked in the interim.
She was a hot mess and I was the daredevil ready for the intervene.