Buzzcut

I love the spikes on your head that tickle my hand
When I touch them and run my hands over them
You close your eyes and say it feels very good
So I scratch your head and you lean back farther
I know its so, so, so wrong to touch you like this
When I don't want you to misunderstand the touch
When theres someone at home I cannot touch
But I like that you know that you cannot touch me back
No matter how right it feels to you at this very moment
Driving back home from the mall in a cab
I like that if anyone knew, it would be scandal for us both
I like teasing you with things you cannot have