Baby, light me up
Like a cigarette between your lips
Fresh cool like James Dean,
Too cool for me, always have been.
Serious thoughts in your eyes
Hard like the wire of your limbs,
If I could run my fingers
Down your spine,
Would you tremble?
Vlnerability soars,
And that\'s not usual,
But I\'ll be fine,
We\'ll wait some months
I can still hope
To see you smile, and have you
Press those lips on mine.