Theres something about the sense of touch
That is addicting…
Like my nerves are urging for your fingertips and such
Whether we are sitting in the park before dark
And your thigh reaches out for my hand
Whether your cheek bones pull my lips closer to your face
I try to defer
But public displays of affection is like a drug
That im fine with.
Walking with you inner locking fingers are okay
But its something about that waist. That figure. That has me trying to configure ways to fight placing my hands lower
Near that behind of yours
So much love inside me for you that my PDA makes me go crazy
Like I understand we are in a line to checkout
But your neck has a secret to tell my tongue… so brace yourself
For this visit from my mouth.