I'm watching your face and trying to remember that day I kissed you, in sweet November.
You catch me staring, I can't grasp my bearings as you move in closer on the inside I'm swearing.
Your lips catch my lips, your hand wraps around my hips, the world starts spinning and I completely lose grip.
My mind screams no my body screams yes, so I glide my hand over your warm, tight chest.
We shouldn't be doing this, I know it but don't care, and I pull you down in blissful despair. |