I’ve been trying to avoid the fact that you’re a huge distraction.
Words lost in each line that comes out my mouth.
This might be a disaster…a fatal attraction.
I need to take a break…a while to figure you out.
I can’t fight the urge to grab your waist.
Your lips command mine the way the north commands the south of a magnet.
I just need one more taste.
A chance to saver each second…better than any other tactic.
Honey, you’re a bad habit.
I can’t get enough of every part of you.
I need help…I need a therapist.
I see you in everything I do.