Playfight

Your fingers interfere with mine You toy with my cheek, play with my lips, mess my hair. You wind me up. And when we kiss, don't think I can't feel your hand hard on my throat your teeth that nip my lip, your body shaking and fretting as we kiss. It's better if we leave each other alone for a while. You live in your body, and I in mine, for all a Montague need do is set one foot in the house of a Capulet or touch eye to eye to spark a bloody riot in young hearts.