My flow is sutch,
i cant bear to much
to think of your touch.
Your hands on my body,
my thoughts get to be noughty.
When we are together,
i don’t think of no other
And when we are apart
your hand holds my heart
I play it cool.
Oh what a fool
I cant fake it
When we get naked.
You wake up my beast
and we have our feast.
And in the end,
my thoughts to you I send.
In these words,
To fly of like little birds.