Blissing Me (Cornucopia Live)

All of my mouth was kissing him Now, into the air I am missing him Is this excess texting a blessing Or just two music nerds obsessing? This handsomest of wickermen He asked if I could wait for him Now, how many lightyears this interim While I'm falling in love with his songs His hands are good in protecting me Touching and caressing me But would it be trespassing Wanting him to be blissing me Robbing him of his youth? The interior of these melodies Is perhaps where we are meant to be Our physical union a fantasy I just fell in love So I reservе my intimacies I bundle them up in packagеs My rawward longing far too visceral Did I just fall in love with love?