into knots under the sheets,
displacing the cold air with
the warmth emanating
from our bodies;
the friction turning
the sparks into fire.
Let the smoke rise up
as it tries to smother us.
Just breathe into me
and I'll give you back the air
that you will need.
Let me be the one who calls you baby all the time
I found my place in the world
Could stare at your face for the rest of my days...
*** Seriously though, this is just one of those rare ocassions wherein I find the word "baby" sound truly endearing. ;)
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