On Friday we sat under the stars making wishes 
and you fantasize about me making you a Mrs.
I tell you if you stick around it might make a 
difference in my opinion about you but only
if you remain loyal and true.

On Saturday we made love in the tent as the 
fireflies buzzed around like we were meant 
to be, you clutching onto me like you don't
want me to leave, trying your best to get me
to release my seed

On Sunday we cuddled and I talked that romance
you doing all the work and I'm making you wet 
with no hands, a feeling you've never had before and
you want more of, it's only infatuation but you think
you're in love.