Monday, November 20, 2006

Petticoat.

And that day
You came home to me
You undressed me with your eyes
Before we even got home that day
And I, begrudgingly patient, waited
And we were, to be as we were meant to be
For me to take every part of you
And remove all of our inhibitions
Shirts, skirts, petticoats and under things on the floor
Dark and warm
Blind to our nakedness
Making love to all of me
As I make love to all of you
You were always the one
That believed in all of me
I was always the one
That believed in all of you
We were the only ones that believed in us.

And all the more reason to never leave the lights on
Or leave our bed.