I'm going back to 505, if it's a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive. In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side, with your hands between your thighs.
Stop and wait a sec, when you look at me like that my darling, what did you expect? I probably still adore you with your hands around my neck, or I did last time I checked.
Not shy of a spark, A knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark, frightened by the bite though its no harsher than the bark. Middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start.
But I crumble completely when you cry, it seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye. I'm always just about to go and spoil a surprise, take my hands off of your eyes too soon.
