Talking in murmurs,
Whispering sweet nothings to you,
Saying all those things,
That we never seem to have the time to do.
Chorus
Pillowtalk, pillowtalk,
Day - dreaming for hours,
Fallen on my pillow,
Are a thousand and one petals from flowers.
Speaking in rhyme,
Just taking a little time,
Honey, when we spend time talking pillowtalk,
All we never seem to do is unwind.
Chorus
Soft and warm, our conversations are so pillowy,
Honey, relaxing in your arms, make me feel oh so willowy,
Darling, your hair lob - sidedly falls out of place,
There’s a smudge of lipstick, on the side of your face …
(repeat to fade).
© Jacqueline Richards 2008
