We don't know what tomorrow holds,
So hold me today.
Don't let me go.
Let your cinnamon
Stomach skin rub
Across my hand
For a short while longer.
Let me smell your hair,
Let me smell your clothes,
And you neck,
And your waist,
And your breasts.
Let me linger there,
Yeah there- inside you.
Matty Reynolds
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-don-t-know-what-tomorrow-holds/
