Endlessly tangled in threaded linen
Tucked away safely in my tiny space,
or hidden within the bunk of a bed at your place
I lie there, hopelessly under a spell
that you effortlessly form
with gentle words that seep slowly
from those soft pink lips
and the magic that flows gracefully
from your enchanting wide hips
You take my hand and drag me along
I can only hope that you loosen your grip
but I wouldn't let go even if you let me try
So I let myself flow into your world
and get lost within a daydream
where you mean everything
Here, I am but a moth and you, my flame
I follow you like the moon
only to burn up in your light
never thinking about it twice
because it's worth it every single time