i love being your safe space as much as you are mine
right now it is well past nine
i trace your body as our tongues intertwine
you walk me through and remind me to relax as everything is fine
i have grown to know what you love
my flower in your face as a sensual bass fills this space
i’m holding on tight to you as if you’ll be misplaced
we’re lying here now
****-faced on love
later, i’ll be sending you my devotion on a white paper dove