control the small of my back

all I wanna fucking do is grind. I wanna dry grind until my panties are soaked on the dance floor. I wanna groove with my missing puzzle piece until the moon kisses our foreheads with sweat— I want my neck to fall back and rest in the nape of his—> shit, or hers. I want to hold and be held. The music has to be sexy as hell. I want the room to be warm with drinks flowing—> shots of Wray, red wine, and water— before I leave, I’d like to be offered a cup of tea and strong arms to carry me all the way home even if it’s 10 miles. I want to dutty wine while the light hits the small of my back— I want to be controlled with subtle touches—> guiding me to sway every which way. All I wanna fucking do is grind and go home. You fools can have the rest.

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