Slow make out sessions, with deep, long, slow kisses. Grinding on me until we are both wild. Knowing you are getting wet on me. Driving the both of us insane, until I am begging to bury myself into you.
"Panic in the first beat of the morning
Even what I've got isn't worth offering
If I can't cross the sheets and hold your beat
Talking in the street with who is listening
Nothing that I say is worth remembering
Even faces change
My heart stays the same" --"Umpqua Rushing," Blind Pilot