Sunday morning, rain is fallin'

Steal some covers, share some skin

Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable

You twist to fit the mood that I am in.

I love her.

I love the way she runs her fingers through her hair when she's trying to think. I love the way she laughs when I shamelessly flirt with her in public, causing all the men and some of the women to stop and stare. I love the way she buries her face in my neck when she sleeps, and clings to me like I'm her life preserver in the stormy sea of her life. And I love the way she kisses me; the way she's able to start with small, saccharine pecks that escalate into teasing, playful swipes of her tongue against mine.

But things just get so crazy, livin' life gets hard to do

And I would gladly hit the road, get up and go if I knew

That someday, it would lead me back to you

That someday, it would lead me back to you.

I'm scared of her.

I'm scared of how focused on being perfect she is; it's an obsession that's ultimately going to end her… and by extension, end me. I'm scared of how much I miss her when she's not around; how just an hour apart makes my heart ache with longing. I'm scared of how much she knows about me and the past I left in San Francisco, from the molestation by my alcoholic, pedophilic step-father to drug-running for my Vykodin-addicted jailbird of a mother. And I'm scared of how, despite all the scars, she's still able to love me anyway.

That may be all I need

In darkness, she is all I see

Come and rest your bones with me

Driving slow on Sunday morning

And I never want to leave.

I'm attracted to her.

I'm attracted to her rock-hard abdominals that pull and flex when she dances, reminding me of how they feel when she arches her body into mine. I'm attracted to her amazing legs that seem to go on forever and instinctively wrap around my waist when I carry her to our bedroom. I'm attracted to her beautiful, perfectly formed breasts, with their dusky, respondent nipples that immediately pebble under the tepid warmth of my tongue. And I'm attracted to that wonderful, sensitive territory between her thighs that's always so hot and moist for me, continuously sending her to new heights every time my mouth decides to vacation there.

Fingers trace your every outline

Paint a picture with my hands

Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm

Change of weather

Still together when it ends.

I need her.

I need her to understand that being in a relationship with me could be hazardous to both of us, and could potentially end in me being unfaithful to her. I need her to understand that I have never let myself love anything as much as I love her, and I'm going to have trouble showing it sometimes. I need her to understand that she is the most beautiful woman in the world to me, and that I would do anything to get her to open her heart to me. And I need her to understand that I am the woman I am because of the way she loves me; unshakeable, whole-hearted, and unconditional.

She's my Sunday morning. And I never want to leave.