My jaw clenches with every word you speak My hand grips the futon a little bit tighter. And I get weak in the knees As you questions pass in between us Answers are given By maybe not wanted to be received Because maybe, you want the same thing Slowly As the conversation changes Blankets get added And positions rearranged We began to entangle ourselves With something we didn't expect The ***. You explained Was less about the ****** But the moments right after And in between the laughter My hormones are a disaster My cold sweat drips But you only see yours I examine your lips Jealous of your finger tips As you continue to release My hand slides to your calf But wishes it was your thighs I was little aware, of this little surprise
Stop.
Made with intentions, but not expectations, without in love, but with the similar passion, hopefully this will get a reaction. Besides it's college.