5-8-04
4:19 pm
To see you.
Standing there in the doorway.
Holding my jacket, my armor.
As if it were the most natural thing for you to be doing.
As if we had already spent five years doing it.
To feel your arms.
Embrace me.
As they haven�t in 3 months.
So comfortable and natural.
As if they had never left me.
As if we had already spent five years doing it.
To feel your nails trail across my neck.
Knowing you had been wanting to do it for hours,
As if my head were yours alone.
As if we had already spent five years doing it.