Naked

Composure

I'm on a phone call, driving to get to you.
Black shorts, green top.
The way you look at me, you know you have total control over me.
Trying to keep my composure, but close to you, I'm folding.
You take my hands.
Darling, my lips are dry; I think yours could help with that.
Beautiful paintings on those walls, please don't get too close. I don't want to become obsessed yet.
Those white nails, standing in front of me, you know I can't resist.
Heavy heart, hands shaking; darling, you bring out the worst in me.
The way you laugh at my corny joke makes me want to listen to my urges.
Remove those clothes that stand between us.
Hearts have walls, but since you're there,
My walls are shaking.