I don't like a lot of things in this world
Or a lot of people
In fact there's only a few I can stomach
And one of them is you
I love when you pull me tight into you
And roll with me
And unbutton my shirt
And kiss deep into me
And I like how much you make me laugh
And I like your laugh
And your smile
And your eyes
And I like the way you look at me
And the way you talk to me
And the intensity with which you kiss me
And how good that feels
To be wanted
By someone who wants you back
Especially when you don't like a lot of things in this world
Or people
But one of the few things that keeps me sane
Is coming home smelling like you
