It's not that I don't want to be touched
It's that I am so scared of what I will become when you do.
I want to be touched.
By you. Only you.
Just thinking of your touch on me makes me feel like putty
So what will I become when you do?
Trouble is, you rarely want me - you 'just don't think of me that way'
But I do.
You know I do.
So when I jump you one night
I know you'll go with whatever flow is pulling me along pulling you
Even though you might not really want to
Just because I'm aggressive and you
Just allow yourself to be smothered by the force of the passion on my lips
So when you encircle me with your arms later that night
When you don't let go of me and you squeeze my waist
Could you please pretend that you loved me?
Just for tonight
I'm a great actress; My brain will accept any lie
So can you pretend that you loved me
So that I can tell it that you tried?