This track was selected from the album "Vocal B Scraps With a Bradley FreeStyle Flow"
We were sitting in the backyard, under the bright, moonlit stars.
I wonder, “are you gay or do you look at everyone that way?”
As the night went on we kept throwing our logs onto the fire.
Each time, I tried to “accidentally” brush up against you;
I tried to get a response.
I tried to get a movement.
I tried to feel your pulse.
On the inside I was dying.
It was so erotic.
I could feel you on the inside.
Oh, it wasn’t just me. I know.
I sat there looking at you. You seemed response-less, and you reached out to grab a marshmallow out of the bag between my legs, and I wanted you to step up. But that’s the way it always goes. Got to wait to see if the other one knows. It’s a game.
And we both probably had a couple of stiffies.
But how was I to know, and how were you to know?
Silence for the next few minutes before I took the leap.