Do you remember when
the world was supposed to end?
Your hands wandered around
my neck and back,
trying to take it all in.
My shape on your fingertips,
my lips on your lips,
and you were trying to forget,
that we will soon not exist.

I look so good in your clothes,
and even in your bed;
With sunlight dripping down my knees
and your fingers grazing my back.
You've melted into my skin,
and invaded my heart and head.
And love is like your fingertips
as they trace my hips and thighs.
Or how your lips race across my collarbone,
and somehow sink into mine.
And you tear me down so quickly,
with one look and that smile.
I don't know how we've ended up here,
*but I hope you stay awhile.