Kiss me tender.
Plant seeds under my skin.
Show me the budding beauty
that only you can see.
Bring gentle showers
to nurture growth,
and maybe then
I'll have a garden
all my own.

Maybe I'm just a sucker for a pretty face,
but when I see your name, or at least, half of it,
my heart skips a beat.
I suppose it's only because I can imagine
being lost in your eyes forever.
I'm just a stranger, but when I know you feel so alone,
I really do wish that I could be with you.
Heal you.
Feel you.
Maybe I'm just sentimental.

I love how even when you're gone,
your scent stays
and welcomes me back to bed with open arms.
And if I let my mind go long enough,
I can feel phantom hands of yours.
Your lips still tease my neck.

Love induced pressure.