Haley Bean

The first time you looked at her curves you were hooked. And the glances you took, took hold of you and demanded that you stay, And sunk in their teeth, bit your heart and released, Such a charge that you need another touch, another taste, another fix.She just might get you lost, And she just might leave you torn, But she just might save your soul, If she gets you when she gets you any closer.She leads you up, points out skylines and stars, steeple chases in bars, And took your keys and demanded that you stay. The city longs well for rooftops and invitations. All lace in secret places, she moves you to touch with her hands.