the night was hot and sticky
the kind where you don't want to be touched
guitar chords were ringing through us
my lips stayed shut
an mmm erupted from you
it crawled out of your throat
into my ears and down my spine
I'm wishing I could float
did you see the feeling in my face change?
i tried my best to stay
stone cold statue
blood hot beside you
afraid of what you'd say
but i wanted you to touch me
right then and right there,
or even just to put your arm around me
instead of this feeling beside you here
sweat upon sweat
without feeling any heat
the tingle and the tension
our bodies surrender
under the pressure
lost of any prevention
Finally.
the last few notes leave the room pulsing,
and we are sighing.