Whirlwind Heat
Slugger
On a necktie, on when we play (?), playing like two tiny bones.Trying hard not to laugh, laughing at the way that we walk.Turn you on, push of a button, on and off all night long.Smelling sweat, sweat from you, dripping down off your neck. Like a woodsman running hard, chopping wood, never small.Staying young, driving hard, driving in the desert sun.Sunburnt arm, lip-locking fun, leaning up against the wall.Tent is up, sleeping bag fun; zipper getting stuck on the fold.Reservations on her body, thoughts are gettin naughty, feelings are exciting.Ponytail, I'm so excited, a little piece of my control.Like your bare skin under shirt wearing, glowin like bright lights on (?).Thigh bones, wink of an eye, the night is almost done.A bathrobe on the floor, kind of like a fifty-year-old.
From Letras Mania