The Curiosity That Binds You & Me

Curiosity is what binds us. To think, I was your first love and never been inside ya. I mean, it’s deeper than that, so much deeper in fact, well let me just leave that behind us.

I can’t promise the best sex yea, I’m Chris Pleasures, but there’s no guarantee that I will have you soaking wet; there’s no guarantee I’ll last long enough to break a sweat. I just know a moment like that will unleash all that you and I suppress.

You play hard to get, but you must confess that you’ve been longing for us to be chest to breasts. You must confess that I’ve been on your mind on days you get upset. You must confess that I’ve been on your mind since the last day we met.

Speaking of the last time we met.
The sight of you, head down, ma
Such a sight I can’t forget
The only time I’ve ever seen you with the look of defeat; when telling your side of the story, why did it hurt you to take a look at me?

I’m telling you now when this shit gets real; it tends to get deep. When we have sex, it won’t be the same old you or the same old freak that you like to preach.

Emotions like to arise. Sometimes even creep. Naked and vulnerable. Are you sure you’d be ready for me?

It’s the simple curiosity that binds you and me.