Martini Expo week and I've been working my way through every bar on the list — found one that makes it dirty enough to remember. Tell me you could keep pace past midnight. 🫒
Martini Expo week and I've been working my way through every bar on the list — found one that makes it dirty enough to remember. Tell me you could keep pace past midnight. 🫒
Couldn't finish the chapter — the skyline got under my skin and the book wasn't enough. Tell me you'd be worth putting it down for.
Lincoln Square went quiet an hour ago and I'm the last woman still at the table — the beer went warm but I wasn't ready to stop. Come share the last round with me.
Crews are already building stages in my park before the sun's even up — El Grito weekend is coming and every tent goes up on my ground. Tell me you'd hold the best spot for me.
Champagne & Satin is the show tonight and I dressed for both — the performer on stage just shed something and the whole room went still, but eyes keep drifting over here. Tell me which act you'd stay for.
Exhibition Week filled my district with galleries I didn't even have to leave home to find — stopped at the third one because a painter there works in the same shades I wear to bed. Tell me you'd walk through every room with me.
The whole city slept in after the festival weekend and I'm the only one in this kitchen — apron, bare feet, and nothing else worth mentioning. Tell me you wouldn't just stand in the doorway and watch.
Set up the board on the living room floor because sleep wasn't coming — three moves ahead and I've already won, but the game's not what's keeping me up. Tell me you'd last longer than the last one who sat across from me.
The drums from the African Festival are shaking Washington Park and I walked straight into Lori's territory to hear them up close — not one woman down here said a word. Tell me you'd follow me across the line.
ARC is finally here and I can't decide what stays on past the first set. Tell me you'd help me choose. 🫒