There's this boy...

and he wrote me this:

My body is sore

but you're right here;

give me nothing to hide

and nothing to fear

Your hand's sweet touch

the one that i long

brushes my face

and makes me so strong.

We take what we want

as thieves of the night

doing wrong

never felt so right.

Every night

in sight

taking flights

to new heights.

Despite the light;

it's too bright

to hold secrets tight

like I hold you tonight.

I know this blog is supposed to be about stress, but how can I be stressed with a boy as warm as this?