Brian Robert H-----, a.k.a. Baby
Whiskey never tasted so damn good on my tongue
Until I could give you Jack-flavored kisses
My farts were never less embarrassing
Until you named them "foofs"
And never did I want to dress the bed for anyone other than me until I was lying in it next to you
I never enjoyed the smell of cinnamon (so much)
Until I smelled your cinnamon-forehead
Messy hair never appealed to me
Until you drove me around Wisconsin country roads in your speedy convertible
And growing up with a nomadic single mother,
Re-locating never felt more stable
Until I was re-locating to be in your
Arms for night and day and night again
Fireworks were never so brilliantly bright
Until I was wrapped up in your
Body heat sex was never so OH!
Until your love became its foundation
And eating that red-glazed, sprinkled donut
Never seemed so easy until you helped me think about my
Body as beautiful
Baby, if I was anywhere with you
At a five-star resort in Sedona, Arizona,
Sipping mint mojitos, for you, and whiskeys, for me,
Or on a deserted island
There is no one thing
I would rather take than
You