it's 6 a.m. and i haven't slept yet
i'm laying here thinking of you
how you smell
the way you look after a long day
the way it would feel having you next to me
your breath brushing against my ear as you whisper things that are far from secret but we pretend that we're the only ones who know
your hand resting on my thigh;
innocently and then not-so-innocently as we lay
your eyes locked on mine and mine scrolling up and down your body from the top of your head to the soles of your feet not letting a single detail go unnoticed or unappreciated
i feel the good vibrations bouncing off of your body and enveloping me,
your personality electrifying,
sending tingles up my spine
i'd walk on pins and needles to please you
but instead you make life a crystal stair
i've spent years as a contractor,
building walls as great as the one in China
yet you broke them done as if we were in Berlin
you find my vices tolerable
and i find your bad habits admirable