And I lay here,
No, not alone,
With you, of course.
Your twinkling eyes laugh at my funny face,
I feel your hands twirling with my hair
And curling around my waist.
And slowly, but roughly,
I push you aside,
Remove my shirt,
Feel my heart beats rise.
You do the same,
Pull me closer,
We're done with all the old games.
My mind fights to take control,
Your lips fight to make me yours,
And our hearts fight with our skins,
To fit their broken pieces together,
Interlocked with eachother.