I sit across from you and let my imagination play it's game darling I need a fix

Behind your ear, down your neck and a couple cigarettes away from your lips

The small of your back is dying to be pulled closer to me a nervous giggle slips

Stroking your rists softer than a breeze sliding to the palm of your hand tight grips

I'll lose my mind in your smell my breath singing your name. a moon in full eclipse