storms like strobe lights
slide through a valentine sky
every girl i can think of
has a hand upon her thigh
a man to make her happy
at least a reason not to cry
hold the kiss in through the door
stop to laugh while fingers try
to work their dresses to the floor
breathe deep then close their eyes
each girl i can’t let go of
bites her lip and blushes shy
she lays down with her lover
and he shows her how to fly