You asked about my night,
It was cold, especially my hands, I thought I'd lose fingers I laughed.
"You should have worn gloves", you told me, "or had a cute man to hold your hand..."
I know, where were you? I smiled
"Sorry, I would've held all of you if I was there." I could here your grin,
The one that fills my head with thoughts of sin.
Maybe in a couple years? I can only hope...
"Definitely" You said.