You talk of ghosting your lips across my skin
But, baby, the ghost of you is already here;
Stuck in these bed sheets
Glued to my mind.
You talk of teasing your lips against mine
But when you are within reach
Yet so far away
Teasing is already being accomplished.
I would walk for miles
To be the reason for the upwards curve of your mouth.
And swim across oceans
To be wrapped in your arms.
Suddenly my love for you
Has become endless
And I would conquer armies
To get lost in your eyes.