Temperature

You run hot and cold
I should have been told
The day you clicked on
I’d become your pawn

Its hard to think clear
When your words are flowing
You run hot and cold
Too sexy, too knowing

You run hot and cold
You change like the weather
Imagining our juices
all mingled together

I like it too much
My sex I can smell
You run hot and cold
Now please, go to hell

You run hot and cold
This too will get old
Really in the end
Can I stand being a friend

Your hands on my face
My mouth takes your cock
You run hot you run cold
One day this will stop