Sometimes, all I want to do is just rip your clothes off.
Do things to you that I can’t with them on. Doesn’t matter where we are. Doesn’t matter what we’re doing. When I want it, I want it. And I gotta have it. Just you and I to ourselves. Here’s to those days when I look at you, and I can’t help but think about what we should be doing right now. I don’t give a damn about what else is going on at the moment. All of that can wait. I can’t.
1 year ago on May 07, 2011 at 01:07pm
