I want you to hold my hand
While we sit in the corner booth—
letting the world pass us by.
I hope you will be my safe place to land,
The shining light of my youth
The other wing that helps me fly.
I want to touch your skin—all warm and tanned
While we sip martinis of gin and vermouth
My head on your chest and your hand on my thigh.
Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 2:24 PM UTC
I want you to hold my hand
While we sit in the corner booth—
letting the world pass us by.
I hope you will be my safe place to land,
The shining light of my youth
The other wing that helps me fly.
I want to touch your skin—all warm and tanned
While we sip martinis of gin and vermouth
My head on your chest and your hand on my thigh.
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