Say You Will

late, late night.
what's wrong?
I believe you.
everything's alright.
roaming?... yeah,
I do.
God, your skin...
hold it back and pull it
together, it can be done.
oh.....but your
eyelashes

they
are blinking...

nope. not going to
happen.
so, what's for dinner?

hands...

yours...

roughly gentle...

on my neck...

God bless it, kingdom come.
come rescue me.