Savor all the sexuality
The skin on skin that helps me be
And hands catching up with me
I used to be alluring

Waste away the night
I know the muscle makes me miss her

I thought about it on the ride home
And when I got home

Waste away again
Muscle memory, I miss you

Kill me now, if I can't stay around
I’m too young to be planted now at home
I like to be alone

Waiting, holding
Deeply open
Skin on my skin
Show me, slowly

I embrace her fauna with a free mind
We touch because there's nothing else to do
Totally defined within a moment
Lying awake, pressing on you
Waste away again
You know her hands make my whole life hard and free