I want him, here he is.
More than a release from depression
His hands run through my hair, now mine through his.
Feel like I'm floating in the air
Lifted by his gentle hands
So deep, he'll always care
My body does not hear my commands.
Confidence comes in a glass
Truth serum to give my game away
Saying what I'd normally let pass.
Laid out in front of you: My emotions. Play.
Wild, I can't control my hips
Want to move them against his
Tongues intertwined, expression of the lips
Flowing through my veins, alcoholic fizz.
The passion is over now,
Do I have to go?
Where, when, why, how?
Your unlaced feelings I need to know.