I sit here between your legs
feeling beautiful and sexy in your arms.
Not wanting to let go
fearing it might all be a dream.
Holding on for dear life
knowing you will leave if I get up.
Wanting to remember how you look
memorizing your taste and smell.
Not knowing when we will meet again.
Wanting desperately to make a move
but not knowing exactly how.
Begging you to stay longer
because in the morning I'm gone.