I know your name, and your favorite football team. But I dont know you're favorite color, why, its your favorite color, or your favorite song. I do know the way you run your finger down my back, your hand like an old car following every curve like an old country road, or the way you hold me close to your chest, but I dont know what makes you clench your fist, or yell at the top of your lungs. I don't know what makes your heart break and shatter, or what makes so many tears roll down your cheeks they soak your face, I don't know you're mothers maiden name,  the way you like your coffee, or if you even like coffee at all. I dont know what song you listen to when your broken, or the song you listen to when you're flying down the high going 90 Miles per hour after a good day. I know the way Im drawn to you, the way I trace the out line of your face in the light of the tv, I know the rhythm of your heart beat, and the pattern of your breath in my ear. The way I wanted you for so long. I dont know who you are, or why you might want me, even if it's just a fling for now. But  all I know is that I don't want it to end.