No Strings Attached...

Your not one for staring, but I think I just caught you. I know I’ll go home with you, I always do. I know that in and hour or two when we’ve snuck away from our friends and the bar has closed that your hands will be racing up my skirt and your tongue tracing the insides of my thighs. I’ll have the taste of beer on my mouth from yours and I’ll leave wishing I could’ve stayed longer. You're my oldest friend. The one who watched torturous love movies with me until my broken heart was healed. Drove me to 1st period and let me practice kissing on you after 6th. And now you’re my no strings attached. I pinch my wrist every time I wonder what it would be like to have strings with you. Instead I pull off clothes that smell like you, get back into mine and take my coffee to go. Damn strings.