The feeling
The touch
The reality
Of two people making love
Right?
Maybe because I'm only human
Maybe because I'm just a girl
When it comes down to it;
(and yes I like "girl", in that it is a cute way to see myself and screw ya'll I like it*)
But when you fuck me
When you take me and ravage me
Head to toe
Loving me
Completely
Making me scream in ecstasy
And quiver with delight
Then I want to want to
I do
I want to do those sweet things
You love so much
Those things that mean something
Only to you
Because I know what that is
Because I know you
Inside and out
You expect it from me out of the bedroom
And I expect it from you in
But again. I can only speak for myself here.
But next time don't ask me
Why I like bad boys?
But next time don't ask me
Why I like bad boys?
* and I like ya'll too so don't try and give me flack for it. So what I was born into a cement jungle and not a rural countryside.
**lets not let anyone get obsessive here. I'm speaking of no one in particular here. Ever heard that song "you're so vain" supposedly written for Warren Beatty bake in his hay day. Either way. That's supposedly. Not for anyone but Carole King to decide for herself and until I hear it from her lips myself. I wouldn't.