Foggy windows in a four-door, let the playlist go for another song or two more. Her lips on your neck, both chests together, the shudder in your breath, her moans in your ear... you were... the only ones who could hear. In her jeans she straddles your lap, while your hands roam up and down her back. She consumes her thoughts throughout each and every day, your desire just to be with her in any simple way. She fills your soul with joy whenever she is near, gaze into her eyes, her need is so very clear
