lay me down on your soft cold bed.
you can keep me warm with your lips.
with the moonlight bouncing off of my fresh and innocent skin; illuminating your bedroom,
you get the courage to venture inside of me.
you want a taste of my temperature, i know you do.
but i’ve never felt this before.
kiss me so i don’t have to wonder if i’m doing this right.
i have to question, is this love or lust i am feeling?
and another question is, do i really give a fuck what it is when you make love to me so well?