Let me be that cigarette Let me be what drags off your lips Let me be what you taste and desire Let me be your addiction We both know I’m toxic Let me be what you hold so delicately between your fingers Let me be your break Let me relive your stress Let me be what you can’t quit
I don’t want a boyfriend. But I do want someone I can send dirty texts to, and someone to make giving them awkward boners in public places my number one goal, someone to buy and wear lingerie for, someone to make sexual innuendos in public settings to, just someone to have sex with. I don’t need the mushy gushy emotions and the hand holding, just someone to fuck and then cuddle with after. Nothing complicated. Just simple.