So many sweet names on the tip of my tongue for you When I remember whispers that you haven’t whispered yet I hear an echo of them Like I sometimes I hear that stage-voice of mine That tiny whimper sounding through my hollow insides And sounding suffocated and small out here Because I’m nervous and you do something bold Like take off all my clothes. I take off my own clothes and I see your hands Wrapping around my shoulders and And And it hasn’t happened yet. But I catch sight of people that I think one day might make me think of you And certain smells make me think of crawling over cushions to be with you Dusty blankets usually Those definitely do And when I make coffee in the morning I wish it was for two I definitely think about you, baby So many sweet names On the tip of my tongue With the taste of your lips and the silky feel of your teeth and everything else about you That I haven’t licked Yet When you crawl over cushions to be with me please don’t forget How much I’ve always missed you