Red Leather

Wrap your arms around me;

I'm safe in red leather and Irish Spring.

Press your lips softly to my forehead;

I'm carefree listening to your heart beat.

Tickle me beneath my knees;

I'm breathless for jubilant laughter.

Our differences: though many: seem so small compared

to the laughs and love we share.

Sit by me, knuckle to knuckle, and I'll be fine...

I'll be yours...

And you'll be mine...