Hesitation.

He could get any girl he wanted, almost, and yet he's still hesitant.


The cold nips at your bare skin.
The tile is at it like an anodyne.
There's pain and pleasure,
but nothing else could measure.

You're oh so eager.
We're just giving ourselves a fever.
A fever we can't sweat out?
No, a fever we want without a doubt.

But what are we doing?
Baby, we are moving...
Moving with no intention,
but moving with dedication.

Am I making any sense?
This experiment is so dense.
I want something more,
something that just won't give me a bore.

Oh, we're at it again.