I like the way you hold (onto) me,
Like a song lyrics you can't stand to forget,
I like the way you kiss me,
My forehead, my cheeks, my neck, my lips,
Skimming slowly, like a book you're savoring,
And want to take your time with.
I like the way you caress my skin,
Gentle and demanding, rough and soothing,
Playing me like a select vinyl, tender and coaxing...
What are you thinking about?
I'm thinking this is comfortable,
I-can't-get-enough-of-you disarming.
My skin is burning up from the warmth of your breath,
Ticklish from your kisses,
Tingling from your exploring touches.
Our wordless exchanges are fogging up the car windows,
Blurring the stars beyond, whispering to our senses.
Be my baby for tonight?
Smiling. But you ask me that every night.
Aren't I close enough? You're holding me tight.
You're my baby, and this is mine.
You're silly. I'm still smiling. We're flying.
It's 2 am and you still don't want to let go.
Fighting the sleep off your eyes, you trail kisses,
Loosen your inhibitions, arrange my limbs,
Reading me like your favorite book, underlying treasured lines,
Ear-marking pages you are desperate to come back to.
Reading out loud, in hushed breaths, on sticky notes...
It's a book you have only just begun. The pages are still unfolding.
Be my baby.
