There’s no feeling I can recall
wrapped in quilt, phone at the ear,
hanging on your words, each and all….
physical reaction, unfiltered and pure.
Love is not a strong enough word.
There’s a rising in my chest
a want to know all
a tad obsessed perhaps,
but at your beck and call…
I love how you love me
and how you love the way I adore you
you need me, and you want me
and, oh, you let it pour through
Love is not a good enough word.
There’s an intoxication here
and a beautiful pull
we hold each other, oh so dear
and there is never any sort of lull.