I don’t know what you’re doing to me.
I can’t stop thinking about your hands on my chest.
But I shouldn’t have you burned into my mind.
I shouldn’t still feel your lips when you kissed me last night.
I shouldn’t want to see you aas much as I want to.
It’s burning a hole where my heart should be.
I’m a little unsteady since I spent five hours talking to you in my car.
I want to know you.
I want to know inside your mind.
To learn the roadmap of your your mind would be a beautiful thing.