(Written in Late 9th Grade...kind of immature-sounding I know)
I breathe you in, and I can't get enough.
I want your love, I want it rough
Your arms are around me,
And I want more.
I'll put my lips to yours,
On a count of four.
One, too slow for me.
Speed it up and skip to three.
I watch you as you smile down at me.
My lips just are just inches away.
I grab your face hungrily.
All rational thought fades.
Skip through the charades.
Can't you see?
I want you as close as can be.
