Is it sad how I’ve only kissed three people in my life?
And expect to make love on the first time with a lover instead of casually *******
I’m nothing
My *** life is made of white dove
The innocence replaces the explicitness in my seductive walk
I strut
****
I’m shut
I hope to be something
Have something that’s out of touch
But I’m too smart
I’m too cautious
I’m too focused
I just wanna let go for a while
Lose my style maybe even smile when I reach my peaks on mountains and
Resemble fountains
And squeeze hands while on a bike ride
Taste the citrus in a ruby fruit jungle
I’ve always liked limes more than lemons
Dark chocolate more than milk
Wine over syrup
Let’s go out for a snack asometime
Maybe an aphrodisiac
Slack on my work a little
Work my hips a little
Be a little more than just a good girl

I got bright eyes
And I still like big lollipops
I still like sweet things
And show of my chest with spaghetti strap tank tops
And sometimes I get tempted from holding hands and whispers
I shiver
Quiver
Stutter
Like Betty Boop
My eyes flutter
These tiny climaxes cluster until my chocolate cheeks luster
In a shade similar to your car
The red one you can see in the lights from far
but I could never step inside
I need a ride
We should hide
But you can’t even scream my name to my window or play WET DREAMS
To my window from your radio cause you’re too afraid who would look out
Remember I’m a good girl