The clock ticks 12
And your holding my hand
I feel the callous of your fingers past my knuckle
The clock ticks 1230
And your staring in my eyes
So intently I swear you can read my mind
I’m slick with the thought of you
Which I tell you
You’ve felt the same for days
Everything is aligning; everything feels right
And then you push me against a wall
You roughly take my kiss
No one can know
As you slide your hand in his
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 2:21 AM UTC
The clock ticks 12
And your holding my hand
I feel the callous of your fingers past my knuckle
The clock ticks 1230
And your staring in my eyes
So intently I swear you can read my mind
I’m slick with the thought of you
Which I tell you
You’ve felt the same for days
Everything is aligning; everything feels right
And then you push me against a wall
You roughly take my kiss
No one can know
As you slide your hand in his
