He caresses my cheeks and pulls me in for a kiss,
He looks into my eyes,
And bites my face a bit.
He touched his lips on my ears to sing,
We sat in the open to gaze at the moon, he sat there looking at me like a fool.
As much as I’d love to think it was me,
what he was longing for was the kiss, not me.
I sat there thinking what he made me feel,
I was looking for a man, I found myself a boy.