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.