The way you move around my room...

you're all left turns and great big thoughts

Your fingers wrap around every corner of my brain

I think about...

how I want to trace every inch of your body with my hands

and

take a single ice cube and watch the smolder of you melt it in front of my eyes

I know that I shouldn't stare at you the way that I do

...but i cant stop thinking of your skin, and how it reminds me of strawberries being dipped in cream