No Self Control
I want to be the boyfriend
In your wet dreams,
The one who puts you in the right mood
I know I would.

Lead me in to you sheets
With a blinding kiss,
Leave my marks on your surface
And my scents on you clothes.

Let me taste your voice
As I kiss you,
Let me see us
When I look into your eyes.

Let me her your breath
As I get closer
Let me feel your thoughts
When I hold your neck,
Sorry No Self Control.

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