I’m suspicious of the time we’ve spent.
Late nights and long days,
Filled with deep kisses in all the right places.
I’m suspicious of your warm touch.
Catching each tear I shed,
Making my heart leap for your love,
To only keep me lost in our fiery lust.
I’m suspicious because things that are too good have been told to be untrue.
But this right here,
This relentless passionate feeling,
Makes my suspicions entrust in you.