He looked so familiar
Blue eyes and strong hands
Caught my eye as I walked in
Shy glances throughout the night
Soft kisses under the blankets
Tugging at clothes
Falling asleep in his arms
I wake up with a smile on my face
Twenty-three will be my year
And this man who hasn’t left before the morning light
is finally not just a dream
Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 1:22 AM UTC
He looked so familiar
Blue eyes and strong hands
Caught my eye as I walked in
Shy glances throughout the night
Soft kisses under the blankets
Tugging at clothes
Falling asleep in his arms
I wake up with a smile on my face
Twenty-three will be my year
And this man who hasn’t left before the morning light
is finally not just a dream