The smell of you stayed
when you left this morning
in my sheets and skin,
spent some time poring
over how the night
gave no sleep despite
the long hours spent
messing up the bed..

Well, you make me laugh
with your wit and charm,
always positive,
oh, and those nice arms
along with your legs
and your eyes can make
me want more time
messing up the bed...

but tomorrow night
when you come again
with your charming self
and ironic zen,
can we spend some time
sleeping, just a bit?

that is, in between

messing

up the bed....?

(more lyrics, nipping & tucking on their way courtesy of songwriter, Roger Allen Russell)

copyright 2007 Rose Loya & Roger Allen Russell