So there you are thinking of subtle things
Like how it would feel to hold her hands
Coz you're past the thoughts
Of wanting the feeling of having
Her pressed against you or under you
Or are you? Let's leave that there shall we
For your heart has come to an agreement
With your exhaustful mind that
It takes a break from the race
It reluctantly took in the heat of the moment
All good now, you tell yourself
For she might notice
Wanting him to leave
But not being sure about that
Wanting her to leave
Yet craving her presence
It becomes an addiction
You both feel it,
The awaiting ignition
There's a minefield alright
Minefield planted right inside of you
When having him/her around you
Explosions happen, sending your
Feelings and thoughts everywhere
Gathering is what you do later
When regaining the control that
You almost lost to
The Sexual Tensions.
