I'm pushing myself against your heat
Because I feel so cold,
alone on my side of the bed.
I want you, here, next to me,
where you could feel the pounding of my heart.
Because I want you.
I'll never say it but it's there,
on the tip of my tongue,
waiting for you to open me up
so that the words could spill out.

You were perfect, are perfect, still so perfect.