didn't anyone ever tell you how sweet your lips taste at 2 in the morning?
or how tantalizing your skin is when it rubs over mine burning?
the stars i'm seeing surely aren't the night sky anymore,
no, they look rather blurry with a slightly orange hue.
that, or the arch in my back has made my head a little slack.
i've got a blanket on one side but i'm floating on the other,
with your mouth against my neck nothing quite makes sense.
it's unusual how often we have to have each other.
just one graze over my hips sets the series in motion and i've thrown myself into you with no hesitation.
you could touch me and trace me and pull every sound out of me,
but i'll never tire of 2 in the morning.