no, i don't want to roam - i want to stay
an arm's distance away
your leg keeping me still,
now and again a stroke from your hand
perhaps i am not enough for you - i know you like the chase - the new but for me - you
are enough, at least i make myself
believe so that each time
we sleep - i promise myself that i will
enjoy the moment as if it
was our last - because perhaps it will be - perhaps it was - perhaps
there is more
