I ain’t exactly sure how to memorialize you,
It ain’t quite love,
‘n it ain’t quite lust.
–Not to imply that affection’s a binary juxtaposition
But it’s gotta say somethin’ that I ain’t ever touched you,
‘n just knowin’ I got a text from you gets me grinnin’ chesire–
Ear to fuckin’ ear.
–I’d disappear if I could, but only to tease.
That said, I doubt I’d have much ‘n the way of control,
Should we ever stick our skin together–
I’d be all for workin’ up a cementing sort of sweat.
‘n if that ain’ keepin’ you close enough,
I ain’t against bribery.
I certainly ain’t against providin’ services.
You got words like drums,
‘n a voice like an amplifier with included effects pedal,
‘n I can’t stop bobbin’ my head to the beat of you.
