When you hold me tightly and pull me in close, it’s like I cover my mouth and pinch my nose.
You stop the breath from escaping my lungs; you make me feel so good that I'm technically numb.
That irresistible smell on your skin, you drive me crazy with just your scent.
I'm defenseless whenever you're around; being in your arms makes me quite content.
I try my hardest to stay quiet, but you make me want to yell.
My conscience suddenly falls silent; when we should stop I can no longer tell.
I totally lose myself as I indulge in my senses.
Those feelings inside take over as every single muscle tenses.
The only thing I feel now is a strong craving and a demanding need.
The kind that only you can fulfill, so please do the deed.
The way you taste like sugar triggers my ever so bittersweet tooth.
I feel sick and honey you're the cure; I'm your personal kissing booth.
Quit toying with me boy, with all your skills of seduction.
Or we might just have to put on a show; it will be our own little production.
This ice cream cone that you have prepared for me is melting, beckoning for me to take a lick.
Your heart starts pumping rapidly, and your blood begins to run thick.
So turn off all the lights, I think you should kiss me fast.
'Cause this mood I'm in will eventually fade, better do something to make it last.