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Sexy Frenchie Groove 2 by Damien

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Sexy Frenchie Groove 2

60S Funky

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sunlight sifts through blinds, plays like warm whiskey on skin,
my heels click syncopation on the cracked kitchen linoleum.
damien’s eyes gleam brighter than the chrome on the jukebox,
that snub-nosed grin deadly enough to steal my breath and then some.
electric pulse under my skin, heartbeat caught in a sway,
he’s a quicksilver wink in a room full of gray,
with every sly snort, every twitch of his ear,
he pulls me closer, crystal clear.
i just want a frenchie, nothing else will do,
that skinny tail wagging like a love ringtone for two.
and darling, damien, you’re the air in my groove,
more than the beat that makes my heart move.
silk scarves and velvet nights draped over city streets,
we flirt with shadows, where the secret rhythm meets.
his paws tap a sultry stomp on the old parquet floor,
every glance, every smile, leaves me craving more.
smoke curls around us, whispers sweet nothings in blue,
our sassy little world spins, just me and you.
a shiver in the groove, sharp as a cat’s soft purr,
in his presence, the greyest days stir.
i just want a frenchie, nothing else will do,
that skinny tail wagging like a love ringtone for two.
and darling, damien, you’re the air in my groove,
more than the beat that makes my heart move.
under the flicker of streetlamps’ low glow,
he’s my midnight partner in this old town show.
with a snort and a sidestep, he steals the scene,
the coolest cat in the room, my king, my dream.
i just want a frenchie, nothing else will do,
that skinny tail wagging like a love ringtone for two.
and darling, damien, you’re the air in my groove,
more than the beat that makes my heart move.
so here’s to the night and the wild little muse,
to damien’s charm, and the funk we choose.
in every throb of this sultry tune,
i just want my frenchie, under the silver moon.