It's me
Who like a burglar
Leaves your house
Covered in
The velvety softness
Of an early morning
And the lingering smell
Of your touch
On my neck
My stomach
And my thigh
Yet it's you
Who robs my heart
With the sleepy tenderness
Of a sleepless night
And your whisper
Lost somewhere in my hair
The promise of tomorrow
Is a cross too heavy for me
To bear
