We have yet to touch and somehow I'm open
Your words hit my spots. You’re so well spoken
Your good morning texts feel like kisses
moving from my neck down my back, feels delicious
Your tone is sincere. Your laugh, infectious!
Our midnight chit chats last until breakfast
I got the pic you sent. I sent you one of mine
envisioning your fingertips tracing my spine
When I hear your ringtone butterflies take flight
I answer quickly and we go the whole night
Your voice kisses my ear drums slow and soft
I close my eyes and breathe in deep as I get lost.
Your cadence is melodic like poetry to my ears.
You're my anti-psychotic calming my fears.
Your laugh heals my hurt and you always listen.
It's orgasmic how much you align with my vision.
You send GIFs before bed that cause me to smile
Hugs and kisses emojis just to drive me wild
Imagine what it will be like when we're finally alone,
if this is what it feels like just over the phone