the boy

May 12, 2008 - 16:10 PM PST

you smell like coffee and cigarettes and yesterday's cologne
to anyone else it would be unpleasant, but to me it smells like home
like waking up at 3am to the sound of heavy snoring
and lying there, watching you dream is anything but boring
cause your room is like a safety-net, my only comfort zone
and to smell you now and feel your breathe, its like i've never been alone
the way you taste and touch my face, just brings be here again
catching my breath, and wiping off sweat, and trying to descend
from the heights on which you've taken me, i never want to come down
the silence breaks, and so do we, though we never make a sound
the coffee and cigarettes still linger on my lips
and i can still feel you lying there against my finger-tips
that knowing smile, guilty wink, that twinkle in your eye
i know what your intentions are, you're anything but shy