Grace me with the sound of my name leaving your lips.
Give me a chance to imagine you as mine. Let me wear
your name like a suit of armor and I swear that I would ride
right into battle without a single fear. Listen to me whisper
to you because you like the intimacy of hushed tones and
skin met with warm breath. Beating hearts have never beat
this hard before. Comment on how soft my skin is while my
hands get lost in the mane your proudly wear. You are my
alpha male. My lips are your lips. The words I say, the words
I write, the words I sing are all for you. Bleeding hearts should
never beat this hard. My calloused hands have found a home
in your hands. I know I know I know I haven’t even loved you yet.