All of my mouth was kissing him
Now, into the air I am missing him
Is this excess texting a blessing
Or just two music nerds obsessing?

This handsomest of wickermen
He asked if I could wait for him
Now, how many lightyears this interim
While I'm falling in love with his songs

His hands are good in protecting me
Touching and caressing me
But would it be trespassing
Wanting him to be blissing me
Robbing him of his youth?

The interior of these melodies
Is perhaps where we are meant to be
Our physical union a fantasy
I just fell in love

So I reservе my intimacies
I bundle them up in packagеs
My rawward longing far too visceral
Did I just fall in love with love?