Your sheets are soft,
and so is your voice,
when you’re done with me,
discipline disappearing underneath discussion,
as you stroke my hair,
eyes where your hands once were,
with soft kisses joining them
when I fall asleep.
Your sheets are soft,
and so is your voice,
when you’re done with me,
discipline disappearing underneath discussion,
as you stroke my hair,
eyes where your hands once were,
with soft kisses joining them
when I fall asleep.
