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The Sunday Post: Pillow Talk

Pillow Talk

It’s dark, no lights on in this room.
Music’s soft, coming from another room.
I hear you breathing next to me.
Our legs are tangled, your arm’s resting on me.

My thoughts are spinning, I’m not sure if I should.
I think I know what my heart is feeling, but maybe I misunderstood.
I start by telling you I am falling, have fallen for you.
You say “ you know I’m crazy about you, don’t you?”

The voices in my head urge me on, to say what I am feeling out loud.
They are tired of being restrained, they long to be heard aloud.
I can’t see your face but your warm touch encourages me.
So in the dark I whisper the secret I’ve been keeping, and set it free.

“I think I love you.”
“Me too,” you reply.

What you can’t see in the dark after I kiss your lips, your face,
Are my tears falling silently, ‘til I wipe away their trace.
I don’t want you to worry about them, or me, or question what I’d said.
Maybe it’s too soon and I don't know what’s ahead, but I meant what I said.

“I love you, “ I say, with my morning coffee in hand.
“I love you, too,” is your reply. It feels scary, but grand.
I didn’t mean for this to happen, didn’t mean to say it, not so soon.
But I can’t hold it in anymore; maybe it was the pull of the waning moon.

I don’t know what’s next, but I’m going to take it day by day.
I don’t want anything to change; I don’t want this feeling to go away.
I’m happy, comfortable in my skin, and I’ve settled in my nest.
But with you I feel joyful, sassy, cherished. I’m at my best.

I don’t need any promises, no commitment other than simply this:
Be true, to yourself, and to me. Greet me with a kiss.
We’ve danced around it a while, but now it just feels right.
Let’s see what happens and enjoy each day, each night.

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