In the late hours
Post work
Post civilzation.
When I'm drunk in our room
listening to music
Looking at you.
I realize how lucky I am.

You listen to you my bad jokes
You let me annoy you.
You listen to my music
You're there when I'm *****
and you remind me what it's like
To feel as wanted (sexually)
as I want you

I feel I never tell you enough.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.