Love letter # 57

When you’re around, there is no one else.

It’s like a hot wire, and my spine is on fire.

Forgive the corny rhyme…but at least now you know you’re driving me wild. That’s gotta feel good. Sure does from my end.

If you want the sensible explanation, it’s like rediscovering the real beneath all the practised, careful half truths of everyday. Here am I – mature, thoughtful, blah, blah – and all I wanna do is take you by the hand. Maybe kiss that mouth.

So what do you say…shall we dance?