I think I might like you,
and that scares me to my core.
With every bite that I taste,
I can't help but ask for more.

You make me question my sexuality
something I set in stone.
Wrap your hands around me tightly,
I don't want you to let go.

My heart beats loudly
pressed against your chest.
while we slow dance to-
Paul Anka, Frank Sinatra,
and all the greats we love.
Under your white popcorn ceiling,
falling deeply into each other's eyes.

Your hand begins to grip my thigh
on this perfectly dimmed Sunday night.
My blue eyed darling-
please kiss me goodnight.

I'm dancing with a beautiful man,
who lives just down the street.
I don't want to think of the end.
You already have me weak to my knees.