the feeling of support seeing each other grow,
to that melty feeling when i suck on your toes
the magnetic desire from 3AM chats
turn slow rhythmic clapping of bouncin’ that azz
safety and comfort as spring turns to fall
we'll hit every pumpkin patch long as you do that thing to my balls
you pull under my arm as we view christmas lights
pondering new ways to squirt in the night
a love thats patient, kind, slow. it isn't a race
the real race is to your place, to sit on my face
after we lay there and let the time slip
ill hand you a towel so you dont have to drip
Imagine a love that makes you say holy cow, wow
Now give me your hand. Feel. I’m bricked up right now
