Maybe it’s the way your lips feel like snow

Or the way my body yields and glow

Probably your grip on my waist

I know this ain’t gon’ waste

I want you now

Touch me now

Hold me tight

Let’s not fight

My mind keeps roaming

Like MTN, you’re everywhere I go

In my sleep, at work, in church it’s you

I have episodes of us in the car, in bed…

I love my episodes of us

I’m not fighting it no more.

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