I feel at home* when you hold me
Head resting on your chest
Hear your heart beat
Your arms around me
Wrapped up in each other completely
Hear you breathe deeply
Feel you breathe me
I feel at home when you hold me

I feel alive when you touch me
Fingers linked in mine
Legs intertwined
Feel your Breath on the back of my neck
Feel your grip
As you slip into me
Defeat me, complete me
I'm yours, you're mine completely
I feel alive when you touch me

I lose all memory when you kiss me
Lose my breath
Lose all sense
All inhibition
All weakness, all strength
I Have no past, no future
All time is present
I lose all memory when you kiss me

I lost myself being with you
When you left
I had no home
I was dead
*There's only memories

Change is inevitable.
Progress?
Well that's a whole other matter entirely.

That's probably why when you ask me
If I like change
I say it depends on the change
that you're handing over to me

Are those pennies dull or shiny?
And does that matter?
Cause if you're handed change
Then progress is what you do with it surely?