I still feel the stubble of your beard scratching on my skin
The warmth of your pull as you grab me
And pull me into you
The baited breathless gasps
I am haunted by the lies we told ourselves
And the echoes of the moments when I was yours
And you were mine
I still feel the stubble of your beard scratching on my skin
The warmth of your pull as you grab me
And pull me into you
The baited breathless gasps
I am haunted by the lies we told ourselves
And the echoes of the moments when I was yours
And you were mine