hell leaving. It's always hard whether I have to leave, or you, because if you leave, I'm basically leaving too.

Words, in fact, could describe how I feel tonight, but I'm afraid if I write them down I'll lose them. Playfully toying with your necklace, I still haven't figured out my obsession with it. You warm up my feet, thank you. You warm up my soul, thank you. In return I warm up your instinct. Tempt you to be who you are. I won't tell I promise. Finding that perfect spot to lay, almost falling asleep. Perfectly interlocked in the most awkwardly comfortable spot, softly kissing your neck. Don't cough so hard sweetie, you'll have an attack. I tapped on your window earlier, you didn't wake. I return later and can hear you stumble from your bed to the door when I come tapping. There's that one spot, on your stomach, you know the one. But you found my weakness baby, but it's alright because I know you just want me to jump closer into your arms. Go on honey, give in; now or never. Before the night expires, and we are left alone, laying in our beds; wondering what to do.