Lucky Strike

I'm so tired of saying, "go, enjoy"
Waving my head to the sound of my decoy
So it's time to be a little coy
Fearless, not someone's toy

And look, joy
It sprouted from the chance
Like a shiny silver lance
And so I dance!

One in a million, he's coy
Such a motivator,
Disturbing my stance
Breeze sweet, that I don't even
I can't...

I can't wait another second
Like a waiter
Waiting for his tip
The taste of sweetness
On the warmth of my lip

And so I grip
To what makes me dance
Like a sweet drip of honey
Just a starry glance

And so off to the night
And till the morning
I loose sight
With no warning

Just the thought
keeps me up at night
One in a million,
Doesn't seem a lot
But one in million
And it's my lucky strike!