Wild mind

He wasn’t my kind of man

And that made chasing after him quit interesting

Why him? I asked my heart

A broad smile is the answer I got on my face

Still I ask

He never leaves my mind

Why him?

I’m not his kind of woman either. 

Thoughts of him

His hands all over me

Imprinting kisses down my neck

Drove me insane 

Why him?

Still I ask

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