Joined at the spine
Together bending time
Fast forward
No rewind
We allow things to die
No overkill of sunshine
Fluidly in line
Moving slow and fine
How gracefully I whine
When his eyes connect to mine
Stare at me through the night
Our tongues begin to fight
Almost had to bite
But a small nibble
Would suffice
Romanced out my pants
Too hard to try to stand
On his lap I joyfully land
On my wish list
#1
Is this man.
