i wonder if you remember this
there are bruises on my wrists from today's lessons.. i look at them and wish they were from moments shared with you...residue of a warm night that stained my arms and refused to be lost in the shower.
i sat at the desk in the office this evening and just thought about you.. about how you smile... how you sound.. how you feel.
the way you move. there's something there... fluid.. sensual.. subconscioulsy deliberate. the sway of your body is a beat that i've never heard in any song. i watch you and try to place a rhythm to what i see, but i'm left stumbling behind, losing count of the beats.
i wish i could express to you the way your touch lights my own senses and brings light to regions of my heart that can only be illuminated by blind adoration.
i sat at the desk in the office this evening and just thought about you.. about how you smile... how you sound.. how you feel.
the way you move. there's something there... fluid.. sensual.. subconscioulsy deliberate. the sway of your body is a beat that i've never heard in any song. i watch you and try to place a rhythm to what i see, but i'm left stumbling behind, losing count of the beats.
i wish i could express to you the way your touch lights my own senses and brings light to regions of my heart that can only be illuminated by blind adoration.