The way you look in that dress - Abby Carpenter

I tell myself to like boys

But the way you look in that dress has overtaken my thoughts

The way it skips along your thighs

Inviting me to dance

The way in cinches at your waste

Calling me to wrap my arms around you

I tell myself to smile when boys talk to me

I encourage my heart beat to quicken when they hold my hand

But all I can think of is the way you look in that dress

The way it shows of the skin on your shoulders