your propositional jokes,
that sly, pompous grin,
your 'just right' five oclock shadow
your oh so touchable skin!
my 'perfectly gorgeous' face
and 'just low enough' cut top
you know it's wrong to ask,
cause you know I wouldn't stop
the dimly lit lights,
the cold winter night,
the way your hand touches my skin,
how everything instantly seems right
the time spent missing your touch,
the lonely, thought filled sleep,
the morning, so awkward, like always,
the secret i'd now have to keep
and still i know that im in too deep
silly, how i want you for keeps