The cigarette burns bright Between your perfect fingers And I think that this night Could never be any better
There's strawberry wine by your bed And your hair falling down your back And these thoughts racing through my head As our bodies draw so, so close
Acting intimately I feel very, very small All these things you've shown me I'm left struck with this awe
Your hand on my thigh, I'm shaking I gently caress your smooth neck My heart is violently quaking As I draw you in close, touch lips And fall into your kiss
This poem was primarily inspired by Looking For Alaska by John Green.