Do you think it stopped?
The yearning for your fingers against heated skin?
Do I look like I have lost my feminine tensions?
Do you think I have forgotten what it felt like?
What any of it felt like?
I try as hard as I can
To put it in the closet
To be the good girl
till the day I say I do
To some guy
But the more I see the less likely I see it happening
The warm in my blood
The pressure between my legs
The want to touch my chest, my breast
I know what you think
I know you think the desire stopped
Warning: Soon it will simply die for YOU
And knowing you, you'll simply blame me