I put my hand in yours last night
As we sat on the hood of your car
And I wonder, was it just me
or did you feel a spark?
As you reversed, and tried to park
You hand came up behind my seat
And I remember your scent,
A mix of cinnamon and pine,
Something so soothing and woodsy.
Did I cross a line last night?
Maybe in my mind
Because in my wildest fantasies
Youāve fallen in love with me too.
Today ...