Linger

With your arms around me I sit and wait for it is the loaded question that I anticipate. Will it always be so wonderful to sit here with you? I look up at your smile, my skies turn to blue. I think I will linger. You stroked my arm with your thumb, you made my heart beat fast like a drum. My world turned into a cork skrew, spinning, spinning all askew. I think this should linger. I have been warned against your ways and my love life has seen better days, but when I sit here and look up at you everything seems to bloom anew. I wish this would linger. Your arms are so warm around me I feel so safe and yet free. I am only waiting for your cue to change one and one into two. For this I will forever linger.