I want you in my bed.
I want to feel
your warmth around me.
In the middle of the winter
when the room has gotten cold.
With the cool air on our faces
and the heat down by our toes.
I want you in my bed.
To spoon your warmth behind me
and
feel your breasts against my back.
And then one day to wake up
and find your arm around me.
With the cool air on our faces
and the heat down by our toes.
I want you in my bed.
To softly let my hands explore
the rises and the falls
of the tenderness that god saw fit
to grace my simple room.
With the cool air on our faces
and the heat down by our toes.
I want you in my bed.