I dont want sex, i want the things that lead up to it. The slow kissing then the passionate kissing, then the pulling closer, the neck kisses, the grabbing, biting, heavy breathing, grinding, the pauses while you catch your breath, feeling each other. Oh my.
I romanticized you
to the point where
the knives you pressed
into my skin
began to look
like Cupid’s arrows.
can’t wait for the generation of grandmas with winged eyeliner
the people who make lyric videos on youtube are the backbone of this nation