slowly inching towards my will of lifting..
it starts at my thigh.. with a foreign touch so light.
creeps down under & over my skin, foreign squeeze so tight.
i grin at the irony when you kiss me.
i catch your natural essence in my sheets.
tossed curls sprawled on the floor
give you a gorgeous view, would you like some more?
there's nothin wrong with an itch that needs scratchin
there's everythin right about inspiration hatchin.
the end is nowhere in sight,
cause the direction is just takin flight.
take me somewhere ive never felt tonight.
i've stopped hoping for anything, so im driving to you.
i gave up on romance its too complicated to view.
ive stopped analyzing.. so im driving to you
so im driving to you
without a shirt, socks, or shoes.
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