sing me your song
that creeps underneath my skin
i miss that chill of goose bumps
analogue hands moving round
pacing fast and slow
without sense of hour
my liquor refusing to get off my hand
your tender touch around my waist
you woo me, quite smoothly
and i feel like to call you "babe"
even though it tickles me awkwardly
i sense a hint of  feeling in it.