Five hours and twenty minutes…
That’s how much time I can spend with you,
before you drive me home.
I just think,
One day,
I will never have to leave your side by 8:40 at night.
…I can just lie besides you,
as one,
And watch the moon…
And watch you softly close your eyelids,
Knowing that behind them hides those dark moons,
and those lil’ crater rocks...
And I shall look at the stars,
And only wish for you,
as I slip away into your comforting arms.
...And when I wake in the morning light,
To the heat of the sun through the window blades,
I shall see you...
The most wonderful sight in the morning.
...As I still wear your comfy T-shirt,
and you make me breakfast...
...The smell of pancakes and French toast...
Almost as sweet as your morning kisses.
So much sweeter,
than the butter and syrup smothered on the waffles.
And I shall admire my cook,
Without his shirt on,
in the kitchen,
flipping pancakes,
Singing off – key,
Making me smile and giggle like a child;
Making me glow,
with pure happiness,
to be as lucky as to have a man like him...
my cook,
my Roman warrior,
my best friend,
my weakness,
my lover,
...my perfect fit...
But...
Until then...
We have till 8:40.


 
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