can’t slow my breathin
my spot, you’re teasin
i reach for the ceiling
while feelin you pleasing
like the changing of the seasons
i know you will return
but as i lie alone and yearn
in my bed i toss and turn
my only comfort
of memories not forgotten
is the touch.....
the feel.....
of cotton
my spot, you’re teasin
i reach for the ceiling
while feelin you pleasing
like the changing of the seasons
i know you will return
but as i lie alone and yearn
in my bed i toss and turn
my only comfort
of memories not forgotten
is the touch.....
the feel.....
of cotton