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Got a big plan, this mindset maybe its right. At the right place and right time, maybe tonight. And the whisper or handshake sending a sign. Wanna make out and kiss hard, wait nevermind. Late night, in passing, metioned it to her best friend. It's nothing. Maybe it slipped. But the slip turns to terror and the crush to like. When she walked in he froze up, leaves it to fright. Its cute in a way, till you cannot speak. And you leave to have a cigarette, knees get weak. An escape is just a nod and a casual wave. Obsessed about it, heavy for the next two days. It's only just a crush, it'll go away. It's just like all the others it'll go away. Or maybe this is danger and you just don't know. You pray it all away but it continues to grow.
Then he walked up and told her, thinking maybe it'd pass. And they talked and looked away a lot, doing the dance. Her hand brushed up against his, she left it there. Told him how she felt and then they locked in a stare. They took a step back, thought about it. what should they do? But their lips met, and reservations started to pass. Whether this was just an evening or a thing that would last, either way he wanted her and this was bad. He wanted to do things to her. It was making him crazy.
Now a little crush turned into a like and now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell her, "I want to hold you close. Skin pressed against me tight. Lie still, and close your eyes girl. So lovely, it feels so right. I want to hold you close. Soft breasts, beating heart. As I whisper in your ear, 'I want to fucking tear you apart'."
Then he walked up and told her, thinking maybe it'd pass. And they talked and looked away a lot, doing the dance. Her hand brushed up against his, she left it there. Told him how she felt and then they locked in a stare. They took a step back, thought about it. what should they do? But their lips met, and reservations started to pass. Whether this was just an evening or a thing that would last, either way he wanted her and this was bad. He wanted to do things to her. It was making him crazy.
Now a little crush turned into a like and now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell her, "I want to hold you close. Skin pressed against me tight. Lie still, and close your eyes girl. So lovely, it feels so right. I want to hold you close. Soft breasts, beating heart. As I whisper in your ear, 'I want to fucking tear you apart'."