eighty-two

You respond to every word

Spoken softly from my lips



Hard, yet smooth as silk

Beneath my fingertips



Warming the bed beside me

Whispering sweetly in my ear



Somehow you always know

Just what I want to hear



I feel so much better

Knowing you are close by



For, when I am without you,

My heart begins to cry



I'll never love another

Nearly quite so much



My one, my only

My iPod Touch

Written by J. W. on March 23, 2011