He's walking toward me and I'm thinking
Yeah, Comehere.

He's talking to me, but I'm not really listening, cos
his hands are on my hips; fingers in my belt loops.

Now, he's whispering into my neck, and shuffling his feet, halfway dancing.
Even though there's no music playing.

Then I'm pressed up against him, velcroclose.
My face against his chest, feet between his feet, hands in his pockets,
not looking for anything.

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