Flurry of Sheets

I like the way you make me feel.
That's kind of a corny line.
But sitting naked in your bed,
Listening to the chimes of birds,
And the distant storms...

And then you reach up to my waist
And pull me down into a flurry of sheets.
Laughing as the morning creeps in.
And we let the sun come up,
and make something like pancakes and love-
How could I not say I like the way you make me feel?