A thought lightly hanging
On a breeze made of wings
And feathers, and a whisper
From your lips to my ears
Fingertips running over
The soft tips of my hair
Gently pulling, possessive,
Slipping down my neck,
Vaguely familiar
Hands on my bare shoulders,
Hazy dreams and half-formed words
Intoxicated, holding me down
Hold me down
And tell me everything,
For I would know everything,
And you are so persistant.