For the Sixth Or Seventh Time

We sit in the warmth of his car, My legs shaking just a bit, And he touches my hair, Gently pulling it back from my face, His lips are printed in a smile, His eyes are dancing in the dim light, And they are filled with me, They are filled with me, Stay right there, he says, Dont move - and he traces the curves, Of my face with his eyes, Memorizing the softness of my face, His heart fills as I glow, And I feel it, I feel his love, Radiating across the car seat, A space so small becomes way too far, And he needs me, close, Grabbed to his chest, my face in the crook, Where neck meets shoulder and I fit, As if I were crafted to mold to his body, And he hides me glittering in his eyes, As if I cant see what my love does to him, He tries to wipe it away, pretending - That dirt has gotten in and when I call him out, He just smiles and shhhhhh, A finger to those beautiful lips, And then they are on mine again, And I am breathing from his lungs, And he is beathing from mine, And our souls are doing something they have never done, And we are falling, falling, falling, falling, In love - and then he says goodbye, For the sixth or seventh time that night.