Golden Girl

You have no idea...the things you say keep me up beyond what is a normal bedtime for me. Not counting sheep but your babies instead. You make me want to retire in the buff, douse myself in your feverish mouth. Listen to my love songs, not think about the others, hope you feel the same. Waking up shaking and stiff, grabbing memories of me before they vanish back into your psyche. Feeling nervous when we see eachother later, "does she know?" while recounting our dreamworld affair. 

I know.