Jennifer, moonlight drips on your shoulders like silver paint,
your laugh cracks the night open, stars spill out,
I’m barefoot in the echo of your maybe.
Touch me—turn my skin into a sunrise highway,
every mile a pulse that only knows your name.
If love’s a storm, let it break, let it soak us,
I’ll drink the thunder, wear the lightning like a crown.
Stay—just stay—till the world forgets to spin.