May you feel the hunger inside
subside by the tip of my tongue.
May your every fantasy and more
be born through the touch of my hands.
May you cry out into the night
that you might see yourself through my eyes.
May these moments be nothing more than love
when the morning shows a pillow gone cold beside you.
Amen.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 10:42 PM UTC
May you feel the hunger inside
subside by the tip of my tongue.
May your every fantasy and more
be born through the touch of my hands.
May you cry out into the night
that you might see yourself through my eyes.
May these moments be nothing more than love
when the morning shows a pillow gone cold beside you.
Amen.
