While I sit here in the silence of my own house,
I hear the moaning and tangling seeping from the bedroom.
I hear echoes of laughter and feel wet kisses on my neck.
Oh the times we spent together.
Hands, big warm hands, stroking down, down, down my back.
Skin to skin, but it seems so much more...
rather heart to heart.
Curving and sliding we form together,
puzzle pieces is to cliche
to say.
Oh the nights we've spent.
My love, my armor, my inspiration.
It is you I find laying beside me,
so close your warmth feeds my cold feet.
Slowing down, really just means our breath.
Oh the things the walls have heard
together, so close, our bodies mold.
I long for your hands on my chest,
I long for my nose etching up your skin.
Much like art, much like slow music,
much like the truest love I've known,
its always been you, my darling.