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.