Most of All

I like your name. I hope that you don't mind I keep repeating it.

It rolls right off my tongue.

I like your mind. Every time we talk it's like a conversation running out of time.

But I love you most of all when the city scape and fog will roll into the mess of morning blankets 'round you at your leisure.

And the sirens on the streets will be the song between our sheets.

Be not asleep for I will be the one who waits here at your pleasure.

Winter water's fine, if ya got a 4/3 on a 9'2" you'll have fun in Malibu.

Or we can wait.

We can drive to Tourmaline. I hear the sunsets better in the spring.