Your writing maytouch my bodytouch my soulbut your voicetouches all of meYour voice leaves mewanting more.

We went to places lovers wentexcept for the place where bodies met.

If you had told me, if you had asked meif I wanted to be with youHere’s what I would have replied:Marry me already. This life of minehas waited long enough for you to move into it

Sometimes a little moreSometimes a little lessOther times engulfed in fearwondering if you can love me bare.