I want to wake up the sleepy corners of your elbows with my lips,
and feel the sunrise slide through your skin into your veins.
I want to taste your stretching sighs,
they'll feel like night time on my tongue.
We should stay in bed,
the trail of warmth you leave makes my insides mimic the sun itself.
Every time we touch,
it feels as if every nerve in each of my finger tips has gained its own heartbeat that races as I trace circles along your skin.
Your name tastes better than any other word that has ever escaped my lips.
My eyes drip honey when I talk about you.
My parents warned me about the drugs on the street,
but never about the ones with brown eyes and a steady heart beat.