You think you've gotta hide it
Don't keep it on the shelf

I always thought I had to hide my gayness. I thought I had to keep it locked up, on the closet shelf. But no. I didn't. Not with Will. He saw me vulnerable. Something no one else got to see.

Let your waist start moving, watch the way I do it, do it
See me do it like nobody else

I dream of Will. Of course I dream of Will. Of the way his waist moves, rubbing against my hardness, making me moan in pleasure.