You're wrapped in leather sacks, sucked lollipops in half-mast smiles. Sitting, rolled up jeans, frayed coattails teasing pavement in my dreams.
You're propped on mantels, humming fires, toasting 'mallows like a stud. Sipping whiskey in the doorframe, tug my jeans down on the hood.
You're riding shotgun in my dad's car, eating Pringles, talking smack. Lick your lips and say my name loud and I'll give my sweet eyes back.