I always want something new. It’s the only excitement I really get. To see how much I can get someone to like me and once I’m satisfied… well, then I’m done.
I like the way you look at me and I like the way you hold my hand. I like the way you stare into my eyes and I like the way you smile at me.
I like the way you fit around me and I like the way you kiss now.
I think I was a good teacher.
But he’s a little out of my league and yeah, a little older. I feel the excitement pricking at my skin and it feels like there’s a galaxy in my blood. The stars have already started to drain from how long I’ve tried to make you last, but he’s filling me with the stars again and I’m trying not to rain on you like a meteor shower.
You make my blood hot and your face gets my heart to skip.
Nothing, absolutely nothing and he gets my blood to boil. My heart to race.
You’re just so familiar, but is that always so good?