You were seeing him, I was loving her,
All the way we knew, we weren't gonna get better of them forever.
It was weird how we first started talking to each other,
All thanks to instagram's direct messenger.
On instagram you just have a single post till date,
And I just can't forget about that tattoo on your lower waist.
We both were unknown of what was served next,
And now all we discuss is tales of our sex.
I remember the nights we kept sexting each other,
We were drawn so close that we could feel our breathes on one another.
The feel that you had when you touched my abs,
Is the feel I wanna have when I grab your ass.
I know you're still waiting for my fingers to roll over your body,
I wish to 'do' you right now, nice and steady.
I remember you asking me, " Ron, you wish love or sex? "
It is definitely not love neither its gonna be sex.
We've have met only once and just hugged twice,
But the aroma of your body has set something inside me to rise.
I don't know how this frenzy that we got for each other is gonna stop,
Am I gonna be the guy who is gonna make your cherry pop?
The way your body responded when I gave you my thumb therapy,
Makes me feel that it is me who is gonna transform you from a caterpie.
I still imagine when are we gonna have our 1st kiss?
The way you get goosebumps is something I don't wanna miss.
This story of our lust is gonna be left incomplete,
Lets just make sure it triggers when we finally meet.
