When I think of your eyes,
I get a boner.
If you’re the weed,
then I’m a stoner.
Coat my tongue,
fill my lungs,
if we’re a band,
let’s make it kiss.
Peck my neck,
then touch my lips.
Don’t do talking,
just grab my hips.
I’m trying to be explicit,
not trying to be corny,
just expressing the fact
I find you alluring.