3am

If it pleases you, may I hold your hand until my palms sweat?

Would it be alright if I curl up next to you in the middle of the night?

Is it okay to dart my eyes when you look at me cuz your smile makes me blush?

There's no sense in faking it. Your presence gives me a rush.

Will you come away with me my beautiful one-my heart overgrown?

Would you mind making love to me, our hearts pounding, sweat drops dripping and landing on my belly that will someday expand from our love?

Am I allowed to think of you always and forget why I came down to the kitchen?

Tiffani C. Powell
Copyright January 2005