Weeping Willows

Ok now,

let’s just move slow- as I pass you a pillow,

Ain’t no need to pop those pills so,

We just can’t keep these thrills low,

This the type of love that be makin you catch those chills though,

Even that type of touch

that be givin you that real glow.

And you still know,

Every time we touch you hold such clear thoughts replay them like films, slow.

And it kills though,

Every time-

left wanting more since you last left,

wet as weeping willows.

So that’s the deal so, savoring all your

sweet kisses

cause you know-

I’ll have to steal those;)