Imagine it s my birthday morning and you re the first to see me The room s still dim I m warm barely awake stretching out on the soft sheets And that quiet kind of closeness that can turn into anything What s the first thing you d do I have a soft spot for bold thoughts and shameless whispers and sometimes the best ones are meant to be private So if your fantasy didn t make the list I d love to hear it You can write it below or keep it just between us