We made out in the car park again,
Our tongues fought with fervor,
and I tasted your passion,
as I bit your lips.
I pushed you against the car,
and pressed my body against yours,
as I felt your heart race.
My hands roaming up your body, to your face,
and I gently nibbled your neck,
as you let out soft moans.
Tonight may have been a mistake,
I wasn't planning to make out.
I gave one too many kisses,
I gave in.
I'm losing touch of this game.
Maybe I won't meet you tomorrow,
besides, we have papers next week.
