i think somethings wrong with me
i cant stop thinking of how good your body looks on top of me
do you wanna get on top of me
slip off my shirt - slip off my insecurities
bring down my jeans - bring down my anxieties
your locks are so soft on my face
but your lips softer on my neck
everytime we argue
my soul tantrums with a “please, not yet.”
so come on over baby
and get on top of me again
so our souls may whisper back and forth
until we reach our end