She had came back.
All she needed,
confined in one sack.
It's just you and her,
the rest is a blazing blur.

Lean in closer,
shift her posture.
Before the cold kiss,
lean in and whisper
against her lips,

"Come away with me.
We could be free.
We could whisper
over soft rock music,
existing just to do it.
We could both be blue,
just me and you.
If you want to breathe,
be a cold freak like me."

Tilt her head back,
dive in deep.
Sweep her off her feet,
bring her back down
to your earth to meet.

You're her love postion,
the one to set her mind
free of all motion.
Make her numb,
make her dumb.
But she will be happy,
happy under your thumb.