Finally, our summer-time has returned it’s warm tonight, you’ve come ready to play that kind of warmth where everything sits still too tired to move anymore. Nothing wants to be outside not until things cool a bit. There on top of the comforter your room begs to be used again in the old kind of ways. Voices and sounds are alive again. Up on the saddle, against the sensitive air your long hair on shoulders it feels good to be free again. That topless stare I know you love sharing, eyeing the excitement in me tonight is so brand new. I won’t take time for granted as long as we’re in this room.