I'm going back to 505
If it's a seven 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,
when you look at me like that my darling what did you expect?
I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck,
or I did last time I checked.
shy of a spark.
The knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark.
Frightened by the bite, though it's no harsher than the spark.
The middle of adventure is such a perfect place to start.
I'm going back to 505 if it's a seven hour flight or a 45 minute drive.
In my imagination you're waiting,
lying on your side with your hands between your thighs.
I'm always just about to go unspoiled,
a surprise
Take my hands off of your eyes too soon
Smile.