He told me "I think I could love you." And buried under my skin. I've never felt better As nausea bubbles within I touch his cheeks So warm with blood I feel him He's harrier than you, And bigger too. If you're not catching my wind flow I feel as if you need to howl a bit more I reply to the irregularity of his Immaturity at age 22. Yet you're only 12 in space years. So I get it. I'm high off of singular drum beats And your breath is hot chocolate based. Kiss the scoreboard for luck. I want you to touch my neck again Maybe for a second You're so healthy.