I think about you constantly.

The way you would say my name and the inflections your voice holds
and when I get risky, sitting there in the dark,
I wonder what It'd be like if you said it over and over.

I wonder how far it is that I'd have to bend down
to kiss you and meet you halfway, or if that'd be an issue at all.
I've thought about what it'd be like to slide my hand
down your back and just how close you would pull me in
or if the arch of your neck fits on my shoulder perfectly.

I think about your laugh and what makes you do so.
I wonder what kind of music you love the most.

I wonder how warm we'd be when we were close and how
often you'd like to be there.
I know you'd look **** wearing my shirt, but,
I may prefer you without it;
and maybe I could just
keep you warm.