Blue-haired Seraphine stepped soft in the light,
two rappers surrounded, chanting, βAll night, all night!β
She teased with a smile, βCareful, I might play,β
they leaned in close, βThatβs exactly the way.β
The music cut sharp, but the fire still burned,
her shy little grin said the tables had turned.
And when the crowd vanished, the boys made it knownβ
the afterparty was hers, but not hers alone.
Staycat
2025-10-07 20:40:43 +0000 UTC