soft deep breaths skimming my face
warmer and slower than my own
torso rising beneath my head
why can't i stay here?
when i leave i'll be alone.
fingertips, softer than usual
tracing collarbones, drawing rather casual
tickling vertabrae, scrunching and squirming
and still returning, ever yearning
for a touch of love to keep us hooked
i'm staying in bed, face to face with you
you have a choice, you can leave if you want to
but why don't you just stay here?
when you leave i'll be alone.