thrills

Kissing in the backseat making demands

Looking for a place where I can land In your arms

But just for the night

Where we wait for the sun to rise

Climbing up the staircase

Down through the hall

Tumbling in your bedsheets where you make the calls

And then you beg for what's mine

But I politely decline

Running round in circles chasing our tails

Playing spin the bottle truth or dare Neither one of us will break so we might as well give In