I live for the days when I don't wanna go to sleep,
And I can't wait to wake up.
These days come maybe twelve times a month,
Therefore being the only days I live for.
When I wake up earlier than any other day,
I stretch my warm body into an eventful morning.
My car drives around bending and twisting streets
Anxiously awaiting a stop where he rests himself.
I lean over him on the cozy leopard-print sheets,
Kissing his forehead.
His angelic eyes open and he shows me a happy smile.
His lips kiss mine
And his arms pull me next to him.
There we lay, in each other's love.
I wake up every weekend morning for this;
To fall alseep again in his arms.