Knives or Ecstasy

I remember our skin touching tight,
When our minds weren't connecting right.
Your Sweet Valley of deceit,
Makes me love the taste of defeat.
I remember looking at you,
And understanding everything you've been through.
Make love to me,
Because it's intoxicating.
Love on my thighs.
Love what is on the inside.
Love me because I can't hide.
It's difficult to express,
What this sound does to the in between of my legs.
When it takes me back to your caress,
These beats quicken behind my chest,
And my forehead beads sweat.
I love when you force me to make a mess.