I’m going back to 505,
    If it’s a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive,
    In my imagination you’re waiting lying on your side,
    With your hands between your thighs,

    Stop and wait a sec,
    Oh when you look at me like that my darling,
    What did you expect,
    I probably still adore you with your hands around my neck,
    Or I did last time I checked,

    Not shy of a spark,
    A knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark,
    Frightened by the bite though its no harsher than the bark,
    Middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start,


    But I crumble completely when you cry,
    It seems like once again you’ve had to greet me with goodbye,
    I’m always just about to go and spoil a surprise,
    Take my hands off of your eyes too soon,


    …and a smile

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