Interlocking your fingers with mine in the quiet dark backseat,
Hands gripping my waist as i'm lost in the crowd, pulling me close into your side,
Trails of kisses down my arm, interrupted by solemn, full-hearted confessions,
The movement of your lips when you're excited to be talking and your strong arms around my chest,
Guiding arms and quiet laughs as you lead my rambling, drunken body to your warm bed
Where you ask me about my night and my life and how I feel about you.