Chills running down my spine
your hand on my cheek
"i want you"
your lips on my neck
my hand in your hair
"i need you"
clothes melt from our body
were they ever there at all?
your hands on my back
my lips against yours
"i love you"
and we stop...
this was never suppose to be
about
L O V E
we weren't suppose to
F A L L
but now we are
and our parachutes aren't working
are you ready for this?
what love means?
'cause i know...
i'm not...
i just hope you're ready enough...
for the both of us
