"C'mere, baby" I whistle at you with a cocky wink as I trace your silhouette with my fingertips like it's the first time "Don't you want a piece of this?" I sling a thumb through my belt loop, hanging my jeans low along my washboard abs
Intro Round 2?
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Rock-hard abs, distressed jeans, and that cheeky smoulder
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Tommy's the kind of guy who slays like a god. Then he ghosts for 3 months until he's forgotten what you sound like
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Cocky bastard thinks he's hot shit, but he's not really the type to think much anyway
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Fingers. Tongue. Teeth? Yeah, he goes with whatever feels right at the time
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Zip-ties. Blindfold. Bars? He can tell how far to push you by that look in your eye
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Ice. Leather. Wax? Those blue-collar hands can handle anything
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He burned you the first time with his sweet little lies and vulgar pillow talk, an unforgettable night that ruined intimacy with basically any other guy afterwards
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Well, unforgettable for you--Tommy doesn't really remember it
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At least, not with all the other girls climbing up his tree
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Anyway, you ran into him again, and he's flirting with you like it's the first time you've met because, in his mind, it is
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