Tossing in bed with his words in my ear
Folding down questions created by fear
Aghast by his presence when he walked in my room
I can smell his hair
And the way he kissed his mom's perfume
His brother's love, he would consume
His bestfriend's voice, he would miss soon
Soft pretty smile
when I felt his embrace
My stomach burned when his hand touched my face
Heartbeat in the stereo
And the volume on high
I hope he doesn't ask me why
No explanation, I'd have to lie
Weeks passed by and we've moved onto months
The fire is hotter than the first time we touched
