cliche

i love your song
in your blanket
in warmth, with you
i do belong


in innocence
that too in lust
a feeling so strong
as comes from above

i hope we can trust
this feeling, unraveling
and reeling to the floor
undressing our love

bare bones bared
i will never feel scared
when i run back to our bed
in the early cold morn

i will take just a puff
of you for tonight
and lick you from your
drawers. a sense

of comfort
some call it love
i call it heat
that does seems to creep

to the back door to hear
your song, many seek such
and do not find much
except when sleep does pervade

inside your head
but as of now
im led by love
to passion

a ration of
where i do belong
a glove that does fit
and you wear it too

a portion for me
a big one for you
a melody sweet
but not played for long

a day is complete
when you're singing your love
that rests in a queue
always in key

we all do believe
in such a song