Second Floor

You walk into a room, my heart sinks, I feel almost like a fool

Though my mind drifts, I feel your touch, your rub upon my neck, don't stop

I imagine us kissing on the elevator, and ripping away our dress, I want more

Sweating, and chilling, as I blush, I beg for your embrace, as we lay, I drop 

And now, in the heat of the moment, I scrape my nails against the metal

The elevator door, is locked, on second floor, the door to you, the door to me

I scream, no one will hear, because it is midnight, second shift, no one to see

But it is the thrill, the secret, the lust for more, that entises me, which entises you

The elevator of love, the one on second floor