They don't know that when I run my fingers through your hair, it calms you.
And when I pull, it drives you mad with ecstasy.
They don't know you bite your lip every time I bite your neck.
That with every lick you cringe from pure pleasure.
They don't know how you moan when I scratch your back.
Leaving my mark to become another faded memory.
They don't know what you do when it's just too **** good.
Touching and gripping my body as if I am the only thing that matters at that moment.
They don't know how it feels to love you.
And you don't know how it feels to love.