It’s hard to describe the way I feel,
When you walk into the room.
You make me want to get in the kitchen and cook,
So I can see you pat your stomach in satisfaction.
You make me want to bring you a cold beer while you lay on the couch,
So I hear a sigh of relaxation escape your lips.
You make me want to act foolishly,
So I can see you smile and hear you laugh.
You make me want to kiss you deeply,
So I can taste you and feel you pressed against me.
You make me want to drop to my knees,
So I can feel your fingers curled in my hair.
You make me want to be the soft pillow you rest against when tired.
You make me want to be the warm wet ***** you *** in every night.
You make me want to be the coffee in your cup every morning.
In short, when you walk into a room,
I get this intense, unshakeable desire,
To be the thing that makes you happy for the rest of your life.