I can feel your heartbeat in the palm of my hand.
I can feel your breath on my neck already,
And your heavy lashes open and close on mine.
This is what happens when we meet again.
I can’t pass this addiction up
When it only gets sweeter
And we only get stronger,
Day by day
(and night by night)
I guess it’s lucky for me
that I don’t want to stop.
Dark kisses at night on the porch swing,
And handsome werewolf grins when I step out of the shower naked:
That’s what you are.