On my face in your hoodie

Come here. Quit talking.

(yeah… right here)

You walk in, no makeup, hair tied, big hoodie, bare thighs

Actin’ like you just came to chill, Netflix and “I’m fine”

But you don’t sit on the couch, you climb my lap, swing a leg to the side

You know what you’re doing droppin’ all that weight and grinding slow across my mind You say, “don’t make this a big thing”

But your hips already say different

You pull that hood up over your lips, grinning

Biting down on all the little sounds when you’re twitching

You always talk too much before we start

So I push your knees apart

Hand on your back, face in the dark

“You’re the one who came over, play your part”

On my face in your hoodie, shut up and sit down

On my tongue like you’re tryna drown

Fist in my hair, you’re not gettin’ out now

You came for a problem, you got one, don’t tap out (whisper: shut up… sit down… don’t run now) On my face in your hoodie, lights low, no sound

Just your breath and the headboard now

You say you’re in control, but look at you now

Shaking in my grip, can’t form words, just vowels (whisper: that’s it… that’s all I wanna hear)

You reach down, try to move, I lock your thighs to my cheeks

Every time you lift up even a little, I drag you back, make you weak

You’re hiding in that hood like it’s gonna save you from me

But your whole body’s telling on you, baby, you’re already leaking on my teeth

You slap at my shoulder like “wait”

But your hips roll deeper, late

I slide one arm under your waist

Lift you higher, set the pace You breathe my name into cotton

Voice all cracked and rotten

You said “don’t be soft, I’m rotten”

So I don’t stop till your legs forgotten

You always swear “last time, that’s it”

Then you’re back on my tongue talkin’ shit

So when you start to shake and twitch

Remember you begged for this

On my face in your hoodie, shut up and sit down

Ride my tongue like you’re tryna drown

Fist in my hair, you’re not gettin’ out now

You came for a problem, you got one, don’t tap out (whisper: take it… you’re not going anywhere) On my face in your hoodie, lights low, no sound

Just your breath and the headboard now

You say you’re in control, but look at you now

Shaking in my grip, can’t form words, just vowels (whisper: look at you… that’s my favorite part)

You crawl off slow, knees weak on the mattress

Hoodie slid off one shoulder, hair a madness

Try to talk but you’re laughing between gasps, it’s tragic

I wipe my mouth, say “lay back, we’re not done with the damage” You look down at me like “you’re sick”

But your hand finds my lips real quick

Thumb on my tongue, you twitch

“Maybe one more time, then I quit” (whisper: you’ll feel me… every time)