No, no, no.
This is so wrong.
You move my hair out of the way,
And place your lips on my neck.
No, no, no.
You touch me,
And I shutter.
No, no, no.
This is wrong, wrong, wrong.
Now you worship me,
You would kiss the ground I step on.
But no, no, no.
This is wrong.
But *******,
It feels right, right, right.