You hesitantly sit on the edge of your bed
and slowly lean back
as I fall on top of you
and we are kissing again.
You taste warm, like coffee
on a cold monday morning.
I bring my leg up
so that we're intertwined.
I pull away and bury my face into your shoulder.
You bring your hand up and gently caress my face
I wish it didn't have to end.

But it doesn't.

You tell me to lean up against the wall
and I lift the hem of my shirt for you
your hands slide right in
and their warmth on my back
is exactly what I need.