Friday, November 14, 2008
This Kiss
we stood in the doorway
his hands on my waist
the clock tickling loudly
almost in haste
he moved in closer
his eyes locked in mine
I long for his kiss
For just a moment in time
his lips meet mine
and I feel the sensation
no longer must I wait
to give into the sweet temptation
my knees go weak
my palms become sweaty
I go back to that place
I have been so many times already
the world disappears
all that's left is him and I
and as we pull away
I feel as though I could fly
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