waiting to cum
the room is tense, it's like 100 degrees right now
and I'm burning up while I open up to your love
you spin me around and we toss and turn in rythmic motion
I am on a high greater than the finest grade of weed could ever produce
it keeps getting hotter and you begin to shift your movement
you begin to give me love quicker and harder
I feel it, I am about to lose myself to you
And as soon as I feel it coming, you pull away
Damn I was waiting for the climax
The climax that I could never get.
Because you left.
Because you left.
I gotta start all over again.
I have to search for someone else to love
someone who will give me the perfect high
that I never come down from
someone who will give me their love harder and harder without pulling out
someone else I can lose myself to
But that'll take a while
cause now I'm so cold, cold-blooded
the room is tense damn, its like below 30 in here
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