your skin is scorching hot
and i wanna trace my cool fingertips
over it and create love songs
and romantic poetry in the
space where your hips meet your waist
i want to feel your heartbeat against my back
and your breath on my neck
i want to hear your laugh
when i say something incredibly stupid
and i want to wipe your tears at three
in the morning when your heart is bursting
just let me cradle your head in my lap
while I run my fingers through your hair
weaving it into intricate melodies
you won't have to worry about a thing,
except for when you'll be able to
drink in my laugh again
