The Open Window


The open window chilled the sheets; oh it’s so cold without you.
Are you thinking of me baby,
are you missing me?

I’m missing you.

The open window chilled the sheets
as thoughts your body next mine warms my soul;
hurry home baby,
please,
I’m missing you.

Dreaming in the midst of midnight’s light,
as thousands of stars create a silhouette against the darkness of the room as soft as the evening breeze that chills the sheets just enough to miss your warmth.
I miss you baby,
I really do.

I can’t wait baby;
to feel your touch, warm, gentle,
oh I can’t wait.
Please hurry home,
baby,
I’m missing you.