Two inches

I was two inches away from her body

From slamming her against the wall

From sticking my fingers up her dress

From fucking her right there

In that dressing room

I wanted to feel her

To know what she felt like

I can tell she was feeling something

Because goosebumps came across her neck

So I did what I couldn't help

I slightly placed my finger on her back

I let it just touch her softly

I had to know what she felt like

Even if it wasn't between her legs.

She finally comes out the dressing room

Her cheeks are more rosy when she comes out

I just smile

We went two more place

She asked about all my art on my body

Why I got it

Why we moved here

She just kept asking

And all I did was answer with half truth questions

"Well my body art has a lot of meaning

Like the lotus on my neck is peace

The goddes on my side

The semicolon behind my ear

All have lots of meaning

For special people

We moved her for a fresh start on life

To be in better schools

And get away from a shit dad"

Okay maybe they weren't all half truths

But I know how it feels to be singled out for being to much

More like to truthful

And I want to just keep her in my life as long as possible

She finally dropped me off at my home

"I'll see you tonight"

"See you tonight"

As she drove off

Thinking to myself

Was I supposed to hug her

Was I supposed to high five her

What the fuck is wrong with me

Why the fuck am I over thinking this.

I go upstairs get ready for the party

And realize I have to either walk or be a hobo and have my mum drop me off down the road

I was surprised when my mum allowed me the car

And said be back by 2am

Holy shit

"Thank you so much mum I will promise"

As I'm heading out the door I do a double take

My hair is combed over

My black button up

And black skinny jeans are suited

I feel the tie might be to much but what the hey

I don't know how Americans dress to parties

But I want to make sure

I'm making this girl fall for me

Or at least get one in bed

And fantasize over her.