maybe u wonder why 2 minutes of ur face means a whole lotta more than 2 hours.
well, lemme tell u why
cause those a hundred and twenty fuckin seconds makes me crave u more than I could ever imagined
i craved ur face
i craved ur body
i craved ur voice
i craved ur touch
i craved how ur palm would playfully rest at the top of my head
i craved ur funny little laugh
i craved how your eyes woud wringkle when u smile
i craved u
just u
how i wish you could just fuckin kiss me there
in the middle of the hallway
where everyone could see us
but nevermind
u got her
while i got my 2 minutes dose of burning desire
