THE START OF YOU AND ME
The Start Of You And Me Your scent’s intoxicating. Your eyes, they mesmerize. You walk into a room, And turn the heads of all the guys. Yet I keep on disbelieving. And I don’t like feeling daunted. Does this woman really like me? She could have anyone she wanted? I see the way they notice you. The whispers as you pass. The way your body moves, With tender grace and gentle class. Now you’re walking over, You lay your hand upon my sleeve. The way you’re looking at me, Makes it hard for me to breathe. You wrap your arms around my body, Like it’s the only place to be. And suddenly I’m realizing, You don’t want anyone… but me . We slip outside together, Your fingers finding mine. The night feels soft and endless, Like it’s bending space and time. Your thumb traces soft circles, On the back of my bare hand. Every touch is slow and certain, Like you know… and understand. You lean in close and whisper, My name upon your breath. That simple sound between us, ...