Can't Sleep

Every stinkin time a picture of you pops up a surge of electricity runs through my body. Flash back. Sitting in my room at my keyboard. The breeze on the pier. Pushing through sweat and a million bodies to get closer to Wu Tang. Feist and almond milk, the perfect combo. Guinness and Baci. On the phone for hella daze and hella nites. Super sweet strawberry shortcake, and locked eyes. The slimy touch of the sting rays. Our hands. Good luck with your endeavors..really? Damn, cute ass nigga at the game- too bad he's probably gay.