Rolling

Tell me that you love me
A thousand times,
And then a thousand
Times once more;
Cover me with kisses
And leave me weak
Upon the floor.
Hug me, hug me, hug me,
Let me know
I’m not alone;
Let us do all those things
We wished we could
When we were on the phone.
Wrest my hand from desolation,
Squeeze my hand
Tenderly and tight;
Let that be
The precursor,
For initiating our
Passion’s sweet rite.
Roll with me,
Roll with me,
Roll with me,
Forever upon this bed;
Let me be sure that
When I’m with you,
There’s no place else
You’d want to be instead.