Sting - Happy To Be Here

When you’re away

You crawl beneath my skin

Boiling my blood

And making me squirm for affection

She’s a gorgeous new moon beneath a sky full of stars

Never asking for attention

Trace your fingers beneath my bracelet

And curl your fingers between mine

Beneath a beautiful blanket

A mirror of light dimmed to rest

My eyes

Every inch glows in the florescent darkness

The curves that curve into shapes that eyes could never forget

Your hips, your thighs, your smirk on painted lips

Nothing sharp, but the sting of sweet touch on the skin