Seven Minutes (Heaven)

I keep a book of matches on me

Clung onto my side

They're held by see through panties

With the stitching spelling mine

Once we collided with the bed

He asked if he could have a drag

I told him that my smokes

Were in the black fake leather bag

He rose from maroon sheets

Without his clothing not a stitch

I try to hide a grin though

I've seen and felt every inch

He strikes the match and lights it

Then he's handing me the pack

But I can barely move from this position on my back

I draw one once I clean my face

Of substance that I earned

I licked it off my fingers

Then tobacco embers burned

We puff them both in silence

As the high is fading out

He said that he could fill it

But he'd never kiss my mouth

I feel a tinge of sadness

As the words start to sink in

I brush it off and smile

As his thumb glides on my chin

I'm walking to my car

October's breeze glazes my face

Sit with conflicting feelings

As I'm leaving from his place

Just give me seven minutes

Baby know I'll rock your world

You've been with other people

But there's nothing like this girl

Performance of the year

And I collect all the awards

I put in all the work

But I won't call it a reward

The sun goes down again

And I'm here back turning the key

I rev up the ignition

To go right back on my knees

We talked for twenty minutes

And I didn't catch a name

But now I'm in his driveway

Greeted with a"glad you came"

I let him use my body

And I'm taken by the rush

He starts talking dirty

Doesn't know it leaves me flushed

I fall into the friction

With my face rubbing his sheets