But I like difficult things, different scenarios among us
It chills up the space and gives a certain spice to the moments
Even if not all of them are meant for us only.
It's intoxicating, the way you try to be bold on me
Already knowing I'm a pleaser, from head to toe, from mind to soul.
It feels like a test on my courage, and I despise your game
But I keep playing nonetheless, just because I'm used to it.
It drives me to places I don't recognize myself:
I'm a hot mess full of wants, but not just physical
I dread the day you got me weak enough to surrender without a second thought
To a moment without rewards, yet so sleep depriving.
Still, I wouldn't call this a losing match
Because I know you're not okay, sensing every breath I gasp, every movement I give
Wanting to be the real owner of this intense moment, reclaim your prize
Restraining your mouth, so full of rough words just for me.
I'd give anything to hear them sometime.
The way your eyes turn darker give me a peek of you inner turmoil
And of course it turns me on, as the whole you already does.
I know I'm a pleaser, but with you it feels so different...