Lips

Him

His eyes, his lips, his chin;
I just want to press up against his skin.
His touch, his kiss, his breath,
God it all feels like sudden death.

His form, and his grace;
f**k taking it at a slow pace.
His strength, and his stare;
let me pull that f**king hair.

So let's make the lights go dim,
damn I lust everything about him.
So know I can't ever get enough,
cause I like it just a little rough.