if you could just whisper to me my name
oh, well that would be lovely
paint the syllables across your tongue
and tickle my skin with its pleasure
you might have to catch me if i fall
i could only hope it's not a hard drop
no need of a bandage for scraped feelings
good thing your lips could heal everything
i'll graze the tips of my fingers across your skin
until every freckle is etched into memory
the longer it takes, the better, my dear
because i have all the time in the world when it comes to you.