Tinder
Tinder
A self-portrait of only her best qualities,
Left jaw and a lifted brow are priorities.
This is her show, she brings attention
To every man, so much sexual tension.
Peaked interest from men of every age.
The only goal is to get backstage.
Her gallery of photos leads the way
Direct messages, where a match can say
A catcall that he thinks is clever.
In the hopes to meet up in an hour.
They’ll go for drinks filled to the brim
He will say he loves to go to the gym.
She will feel his muscles and sigh
Then she will show him her butterfly
Tattoo on her shoulder, just a peek
Not too much, as that's her technique.
He will put his hand around her hips.
Before they leave the bar, a kiss on the lips.
To his apartment, a nightcap they call it,
Clothes on the floor and a locked door.
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