awaiting his midnight arrival...
I creep and crawl all through the hallway...
I lean up against it...
As if someone were behind me...
I am wearing one of his favorite outfits...
for him I always love to play dress up...
If you only knew...
his favorite color is blue ;)...
My hands spread across the walls...
I can't help but fall...
but he holds me tightly....
He is always there to catch me...
Just when I feel like I can't take it...
He builds up my appetite...
He knows when to linger...
The feeling of his fingers as they trickle...
My hair he pulls...
My neck he moves...
Almost scared to breathe...
But there is no way I could leave...
He gives me love as if he were fighting for it...
As if he had climbed the tallest tower to retrieve it...
When he holds me by my waste...
It compels me to turn, get a hold of him, and return the favor...
He begs me to be gentle...
Let's pretend I'm a stranger...
I can't stop shaking...
I can't hold still constantly moving...
Gripping and stumbling...
this is what they call love making...
let's make this an adventure...
one we will forever remember...
When his eyes fade...
that's my indicator...
I did it again...
Turn out the lights, baby tomorrow let's sleep in...
Today is a new day...
and maybe, just maybe...
We can repeat history...
but let's keep it a mystery...
signed your gentle stranger...