It's 6:00 am
And I cant quite make sense of it
All I want is the feel of your hands
On my skin
And your warm breath in the crook
Of my neck
And your perfect lips kissing
My forehead

I want to build a fort with you
Hide under the sheets
Kissing you until my lips go numb

In the winter
We could lay in the garden
Watching the stars
With nothing but each other
To keep us warm


Darling
I can't quite grasp the sense of it all
I've been thinking too much of you.