Tell me where do I begin
Holding hands under the sheets
I can feel your skin on my skin
hold our tongues, be discreet.
Could this be a secret
the two of us could keep?
I can feel your permit
we can hold our tongues, be discreet.
Right in this second
there’s nothing but this
no words nor questions
as we lean in to kiss.
I think not a word or question,
just “Saturday’s were made for this”
Oh this silence could deafen
as we lean in to kiss.
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