he wanted to have *** with me in my car,
and we might've if i hadn't stopped him.
because he would kiss me
and i would wish i was kissing you.
and he would touch me
the way you touched me.
and he wanted to have *** in the passenger seat of my car,
but all i could picture was you on top
of me.
the way the world was ours in the sense,
we didn't care how long it took or the fact that it was freezing out.
we just kept doing it.
and i can't stop thinking about it,
even every time i sit in my car.
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 2:54 AM UTC
he wanted to have *** with me in my car,
and we might've if i hadn't stopped him.
because he would kiss me
and i would wish i was kissing you.
and he would touch me
the way you touched me.
and he wanted to have *** in the passenger seat of my car,
but all i could picture was you on top
of me.
the way the world was ours in the sense,
we didn't care how long it took or the fact that it was freezing out.
we just kept doing it.
and i can't stop thinking about it,
even every time i sit in my car.
