I asked you what you thought of,
When someone around you said my name,
Without knowledge of who we are
When it is no one but us in a room
You didn't quite understand,
So I began to explain it again
Just before you said,
"I think of cold hands under my covers
Like ice to my neck while you sleep
Feet, just as cold, wrapped around my toes
Because you never can let go of me"
(He wouldn't let me if I tried)
"I think of a barely angry face
With rosy cheeks, more embarrassed than anything
Because I've mentioned you climaxing"
(Again)
"I think of the ways that I wish I could love you
The way you never have to tell me you love me"