~Can't Keep My Hands To Myself~
You're the metaphorical gin and juice,
When we kiss the fire burns in great flames,
When you touch me it makes me melt,
You're the hottest flame but your lips taste so sweet,
Like cherry with a drop of toxic,
On the tongue,
Wet against my mouth that's so dry,
Don't stop, just carry on,
Every little cell of mine wishes
For this to continue.
Every fibre, every bit of me,
It all just wants this to go on.
I can't keep my hands to myself,
No matter how many times I try to,
Please just give me a taste,
Of what it's like to be next to you,
I won't let a drop go to waste.
All the downs and the uppers,
Keep making love to each other,
So I keep trying,
Still, I can't keep my hands to myself,
I mean I could,
But why would I want to?
It's something we all do,
every living organism has to sooner or maybe later on...
When the sun's back up on the sky,
Ending the darkness of the night.
It's all about that sweet aria during the night,
Sounds better than any opera...
And only if you knew,
What thoughts fill my mind.
When I look at the duke blue ocean,
Burbling under the moonlight.
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