Another night lying in bed longing for you
It’s a balmy 23 degrees here with a freakish snowstorm completely out of the blue
If Cupid is still floating around for a late arrow or two you can bet that little cherub is something like fifty shades of holy crap that’s cold blue
Outside here is a wild and cold comparison to the temps near you
The winds are howling
The wind chimes are too
All serve as my bellowing reminder for how much I ache and long for you
Its cold and I want to get under the covers and cuddle with you
I want to smell your chest
Breathing you in
Your gentle breathing is the lullaby to send me off to sleep
Your arms wrapped around me keep me safe and warm inside
You are my shelter through every single storm
You are my lighthouse to guide me home blasting out your beacon of light
Your love and your heart forever shows the way
I love you my King
Get your ass on a plane and get home now
Your late it’s Friday night and I want you
Forest of Words 