On the sofa

I'm too scared for you to touch me
Too scared to look in your eyes
You laugh, and say I don't trust you
I just don't know who's telling lies
We're fueled by all our wanting
More than overcome with lust
But Roxy's words are haunting me
I really don't know who to trust
You're lips wet, full and soft
No noise, hands silently roaming
Gentle fingertips, lifting clothes
Nestled in my neck you're groaning
That hungry rumble you make
My twisted stomach flips
Hounded by butterflies churning
My hearts in danger doing this
I like the way you make me wanted
I like how you make me feel
But in the bigger picture its you in control
I don't know how to tell whats real