Tell me one naughty thing you’d do if we had the morning to waste.

Thinking of the small smudge of jam on your lip this morning and it’s not helping my concentration.

I’ve hidden a coin in your coat pocket; find it and claim your reward.

My chair at work feels like a placeholder until you sit in it later.

I want the way you say my name when you’re trying not to laugh.

If you leave a Post-it on the fridge tonight, write something that makes me forget dinner.

Send me one single word at noon that means I should speed home.

I keep imagining the smell of your jacket and it’s slowing my typing.

I stole one of your socks and I plan to return it with interest.

I want the story you’ll tell me when we’re half asleep and too honest.

Your voice in the shower this morning is the ringtone I’ll answer to all day.

Tell me what to wear and I’ll make the commute worth your while.

Thinking about your fingers on my phone screen and deciding which app to banish first.

Keep your window open tonight; I want the same breeze that touched your hair.

I’m late because I kept replaying the corner where you kissed me goodbye.

If you hum the tune we heard on Friday I will drive back just to hear it louder.

I wrote your name on the napkin and folded it into my wallet for safe keeping.

Stop wearing that cologne that makes me dizzy or start doing it every morning.

I’m carrying the weight of your scarf and the idea of throwing it back at you tonight.

Your phone on silent means nothing; I’ll text something that makes you break it.

I’m counting the hours in coffee sips and it’s only making my thoughts worse.

Tell me one thing you want me to take off when you get home.

I keep tracing the bruise on my arm from where you grabbed me; don’t apologize, do it again.

There’s a dent in the couch where you sat and I keep checking it hoping to feel you there.

Bought extra gum because the memory of your breath won’t leave me alone.

I want the sound you make when I’m whispering against your ear later.

Seeing your jacket on the hook made my day start sideways in the best way.

Promise me you’ll answer if I call during lunch with one long 'wait'.

I woke up thinking about how you pushed my shoulder and didn’t let go.

If you text me a single photo of your hair messy, I might be late on purpose.

I keep replaying the way your hand found my waist by the sink.

Your perfume on the pillow is doing most of my work for me today.

You in my head is making me miss my coffee and I don’t even care.

I packed the lunch you like, but I’m just imagining unwrapping you instead.

My mouth keeps remembering the taste of your coffee on my cheek.

Tell me you’ll wear that shirt again tonight; I need the memory.

Can’t stop thinking about how your laugh went quiet when I kissed your neck this morning.

I’m still smelling your shampoo on my scarf and it’s distracting me at my desk.

I’m thinking about your tired smile and hoping this day treats you gently.

I refilled the sugar jar since you always say it’s the little things.