Late love, under the stars, under covers, under the influence of how soft your voice is when you’re with me, how soft your hands behave when they’re with me. Midnight rendezvous, tied together, tied up in this mad romance, my veins are clean, but I am intoxicated, eyes closed as you pull me closer, the…

There have been many sweet kisses, in many sweet places, but the sweetest and most special, happened somewhere so unspectacular. September night, my heart heavy at the thought of going home alone, when you’d spent so long making my world feel full. You made those hours feel like heaven, and as we kissed outside your…

When I think about you, I see the sunrise, in the back of my mind, because I wrote a song, alone in my bedroom, about how it felt to watch you wake up, a swarm of butterflies underneath the sheets with me, as the sun sat on the windowsill, watching you, along with me, the…