As long as you want it
come with me we can do it baby, baby, baby...
I know, I know. I said I wouldn't do it. But I think I'd love to do you. No matter how many excuses you come up with. Or who you use to hide from me. I still want to touch you, taste you, feel you.
And I have the feeling I'm not alone in it. Because I think there's a part of you who likes the admiration. The attention. The lust you know is bubbling under the polite surface. I'm learning more and more from you each day and some things I really like. Some others, well, that's part of who you are. But still, I'd love for you to do me. Good. And I'm scared because I think it could happen and I won't know what to do. You see? It's the old I-want-it-but-I-don't. Story of my life.