While I would lay on your bare chest Your lips pressed against my neck As your fingertips drew on my back When mine drew I love you Which you werenβt aware of yet On your shoulder I would always quietly ask you What you were writing Your response Time and time again Would only be a smile Which I would feel travel from my throat To my soul But today You gently said my full name But with your last name
I love the original version of this poem and didnβt want to change it, but I also wanted to edit it slightly.