It'll be different this time , I think
Spit up toothpaste in the sink.
But I know this brink.
Maybe I'll actually make conversation
But every time my mind takes a vacation!
An overwhelming infatuation.
The silence used to be so pure
One dab later its all a blur,
Feelings mull and my speech will stir.
My temperatures rising; *hes so enticing*,
Those lips, inviting.
Our energies coinciding.
Its endless now,
We're on the couch,
Where there's no such thing as screaming ouch.
Then there's endless heat,
Neither miss a beat.
But is it trick, or sticky treat?
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
It'll be different this time , I think
Spit up toothpaste in the sink.
But I know this brink.
Maybe I'll actually make conversation
But every time my mind takes a vacation!
An overwhelming infatuation.
The silence used to be so pure
One dab later its all a blur,
Feelings mull and my speech will stir.
My temperatures rising; *hes so enticing*,
Those lips, inviting.
Our energies coinciding.
Its endless now,
We're on the couch,
Where there's no such thing as screaming ouch.
Then there's endless heat,
Neither miss a beat.
But is it trick, or sticky treat?