My Hoodie, Your Touch

Ah, ah. You in my hoodie. Naked underneath.

Morning breath. Still want you on me. Sun hitting skin through the curtain

seam. I don't rush nothing when you next to me. Say it smell

like my body and bad decisions. You pull it down. Say,

"Stay right here a minute." You bite your lip when I grab your waist.

Yeah. You know exactly what you doing to me.

That hoodie don't cover your intentions. You wear it loose. I feel the

tension. You don't gotta say it, I can tell. You want me