I can hardly wait for you will finally
show me what you mean
& I,... I'll finally submit to your advances.
I get chills when I think of the seconds turning into hours on the couch with wine glasses, cheese and French bread
curled up with a blanket, stroking fingers, breathing in memories lost in moments
I can hardly handle the time slowly ticking, creeping towards the morning when steam rises from ceramic as the clear view of the mountains connects us in a remembrance of euphoia
I can hardly stand the giddy feeling I get imagining our December, when you love me again