This is all your fault.
The aggression in my voice
My gaping urges to explore you
My careless entities of taking a ride on your journey
I'm in a rage
I don't belong here
It isn't my road to travel but I've been down this path
What am I doing?
longing for your presence
There shouldn't be a want for your nature
There isn't a doubt that you're not for me
Why do I want more?
There is that alluring feeling I get
Knowing that I shouldn't acknowledge you
There is that tingle between my thighs
I'm at ease when I'm on top of you
Why are we here?
Because we want to be
Pressed along each other
Exchanging breaths of desire
