Sweet Whisphers Pt. 4

Breath heavy
Your head rests on my chest
I took a look at the room
Damn what a mess
Clothes scattered
What's the matter
You tell me to go to the shower
Our reservations at 9
It's already time
To go we're running late
Relax it's only 5 past 8
So I walk
Jump in and get going
When I realize my soap is in motion
But my hands are steady
You just told me to get ready
Now we'll definitely be late
But I can't seem to utter a word
Your soft skin presses against mine
And I just can't think straight
Let's call your parents now
And make it for a later date
Because you've got a grip on me
And I don't want to escape
Dinner alone for two
Better yet invite the parents
So there is no issue
I'll cook
You clean
It'll be like when we were young
When I first explored you
Since that day
I always knew
That with you
I'd always find myself in a pickle
I spent the night under your bed
Cause your dad thought he saw two heads
Driving up the driveway
Those were the days
Can you be my su chef
Let me taste this sauce of your...
Wait
Stop
Keep cleaning
At this rate
I'm thinking
This dinner will be brief
And we'll mess up those sheets again...
Stay tuned...