Passionate Nights turn into naked mornings,
Naked mornings turn into lazy afternoons,
and Lazy afternoon to more passionate nights
and all these moments I want to spend in your arms.

I am cautiously entering a greedy danger zone filled with you,
I want the way you kiss my forehead softly, warmly, in the throws of passion,
I want your fingertips tracing the tattoo on the back of my neck and sliding down my spine while I rest my head on your chest,
I want regretfully leaving your house at 3 am because the time got away from us,
And I want the text at 3:46 asking if I got home okay because you worried.

I'm playing a dangerous game on a thin layer of ice,
and when the game is done I hope I haven't drowned in a cold lake self-made sorrow,  
I hope I am warmly in your arms.