Cradle me, baby, in the darkest of rooms, where the only sound is your heart beating. No sun. No dawn. No moon. No night. No time. No me. No you. Just us. Just love and the stars in our eyes.

Laugh with me, baby, let’s have us a laugh. Let’s have us a walk as we laugh and we talk. Let’s walk to all the places we’ve been before, all the sidewalks we’ve kissed on, the carpets we’ve danced on. Let’s survey them all and shake our heads at how silly we were and how silly we are. Then, let’s walk some more.

Let’s walk for years and years with the sun on our faces and on the back of our necks. Let’s walk until the soles of our shoes wear thin and we grow tired and old. When you grow old, baby, I will cradle you. You will cradle me. We will cradle each other in the darkest of rooms, where the only sound is our hearts beating.

I mean it in the sweetest way when I say that I remember how it felt the first time you pushed your cock into me last summer. I made room for you inside me. I wrapped myself around you, I understood myself a little better each time you made love to me. You held my hand. You led me here. I love you.