but I'm wake in every dream with you. Darkness crowding upon my vision as I slowly turn my head to rest on yours. Then back to sleep, to wake again without the comforting warmth of your skin.
At 1 am this morning I had to go to Wal-mart for my baby brother, I guess that's a little bit like love. You'll jump through hoops to make it all right.
I dream about you, every night both good and bad, at least in my dreams I get to see you.
Should I be afraid of the fact that I would like nothing more than to spend every day I have left with you? I want to learn your flaws inside and out. I want to learn what upsets you. Get on your nerves and get in your bed. Hold you up and hold you down. Bring you smiles and bring you frowns. I want to be your good and your bad and all the little shades of gray.
I've been holding, holding back, but tonight I won't wait to start.
Moving flowing, ever-going, just let me hold your hand just right.
Smiling, crying, now we're flying, just close your eyes to everything.
We won't listen, not a word, to all the things we thought we heard.
So baby won't you stay with me, if we think its right isn't that all that matters?
I like to see you in your work clothes and all your cute outfits. Its nice to have all kinds of contrasts to put you in. It helps me see you next to me at every moment I can imagine. I want to see you naked now, lying next to me, so I can better hold your heart to mine every time we sleep. I want to change my schedule so we can dream together instead of me watching you dream as you snuggle against my chest. My insomnia gives me such a disappointing view of your beautifully lonely, sleeping self. Why can't I be there too, slipping into your dreams beside you? I guess that must be fate too.
Such unrestrained passion and lust, kept bottled up inside until now, it flows over my fingers and I taste it on my lips. I want to wrap you in my arms and kiss you deeply, then wrap around myself and feel your nails down my back. I want to take you taking me in the quiet places in our minds. I want to kiss every inch of you as you kiss me. Oh how beautiful you are no matter how embarassed you feel. Not perfect, but as you are so accustomed to calling me, perfectly imperfect. You're all that's good and bad for your perfectly flawed, extremely average, tall and skinny boy.
What can I truly say though? I'm infatuated in all respects by the artist in your fingertips, the lover in your hands, the woman in your figure, and the person in your eyes. I like the shape of your face, and the smooth curves of your lower back as it reaches up ever so softly to meet your shoulder-blades. I love how your skin grips my fingertips, like a million kisses against my skin when I run my hands across your and reach around you to pull you closer to me. I love your steady heartbeat, calm and hard to excite. I can feel your abs and you're just as sexy to me now as you will be next summer and as you were this summer. I think you're sexy just the way you are.
Baby baby, please just touch, my skin's electric at your fingertips...and I want you to bring me to life.
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