freckles; dusted on your face
like cinnamon.
and when i have you in my embrace
i forget we are in michigan;
we should be sitting by the fireplace,
but you keep me warm when we're intimate.

you are my angel cake.
and you taste like love.
the doctor says i need to watch my calorie intake
but you, i don't think i could dispose of.
i'll hold you tighter... just in case.

Maybe it's the way you look at me,
Maybe it's the way you hold me,
Maybe it's the way you care for me,
Maybe it's the way you talk to me,
Maybe it's the way you understand me,
Maybe it's the way we joke around,
Maybe it's the way we love,
Maybe all it is
Is you.

please do not hurt me...
i trust you too much for that.
you have my whole heart