Tuesday Heat

She moves through the room, time bends in place. Men half her

age caught up in her wake. Doesn't see the fire trail in her skin.

Turns around, wondering why the world's gone still. They're all undone, lost in the

sway. But she just shrugs, keeps walking away. And when I

start talking, her body's aflame. Eyes locked on me. Whisper my name.

Tuesday! Heat in every glance. She kills the crowd without a

chance. Every word I drop, she bites her lip.

Breath runs heavy, her hips start to dip. Yeah, she's desire wrapped