There is no jar of moonlight at my bedside, I just lied to you. There is no perfect moment, girl. All there is is me and you. And what that feels like.
When you whisper in my ear, I like it. And when the fabric disappears, I like that too.
Girl, we’re not going to live forever, so we better spend that credit to your gender.
Leopard print sheets and animal instinct will guide use through. You can close your eyes, or I suppose that I could blindfold you. Just concentrate on what it feels like.