• Mistery Man

    We sit here alone, nothing to do,
    I feel amazing when I'm with you.
    As the darkness swallows the light,
    I think, maybe, just maybe, maybe I might.
    I lean in, breathing your air,
    Your fingers get lost in my thick hair.
    Slowly, slowly, our lips fold togeather,
    Oh, how I wish you could stay here forever.
    The air heaves in, its too much to handle,
    He smiles and laughs, as he blows out the candle.
    "Good night my sweet," he wispers in my ear,
    So soft, so low, I could barely hear.
    I toss and I turn and I wake up in my bed.
    I sigh, I caugh, I scrach my head.
    The only thing I remember from him,
    Is his hands, his lips, and the voice within.