He pulled my head to his chest.
And with his fingers on my neck,
he said
"It doesn't have to mean a thing,
if you want to spend the night with me
We can lay here just like this,
we can stay here just like this."
I kept my head on his chest.
And with my fingers on his wrist,
I said
"Will you turn the TV down."
so he turned the TV off,
and he kissed my cheek.
And I kissed his mouth.
And he smiled into me,
and I didn't push him out.
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 7:47 AM UTC
He pulled my head to his chest.
And with his fingers on my neck,
he said
"It doesn't have to mean a thing,
if you want to spend the night with me
We can lay here just like this,
we can stay here just like this."
I kept my head on his chest.
And with my fingers on his wrist,
I said
"Will you turn the TV down."
so he turned the TV off,
and he kissed my cheek.
And I kissed his mouth.
And he smiled into me,
and I didn't push him out.
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