The Perfect Jacket

rinyville

She puts all the commas in the right places
Like she holds her breath, then continues with a sigh
She wraps her words up with empty spaces
Fills them with a kiss, then blinks an eye
She sets fire to full stops, tears down brackets
Every line’s like a blueprint in my mind
I wear her words like a perfect jacket
The perfect pattern, perfectly designed

She sets fire to full stops, tears down brackets
Her words burn like fire on my skin
Her heat surrounds me like the perfect jacket
And I lose myself in her and her again

She’s fiery, moving, stirring, oh yes she’s thrilling
I can read it in her silence, in her sighs
She doesn’t have to tell me that she’s willing
She’s marked it in every comma, every line
There’s a fire in her eyes and in her letters
As red as the ringlets in her hair
I want her and she tells me I can get her
Like an answer to my longing and my prayers

She sets fire to full stops, tears down brackets
Her words burn like fire on my skin
Her heat surrounds me like the perfect jacket
And I lose myself in her and her again

She wants a kiss, wants to taste my yearning
She plays with fire, I can see it in her eyes
A spark ignites, I can feel the burning
Her steam, her heat surrounds me like a light

She sets fire to full stops, tears down brackets
Her words burn like fire on my skin
Her heat surrounds me like the perfect jacket
And I lose myself in her and her again