My back against the glass,
I'm sitting waiting for you.
I'm cold but I can take the breeze.
I wait patiently,
my hands in my pockets.
There's butterflies in my stomach,
my hair is flying in my face.
I check and wait for the bus to come,
I see one, but it isn't yours.
While I'm waiting patiently,
I hear a knock against the glass behind me.
I turn around for a complete surprise,
there's you.
Your hand motions tell me to come,
I follow.
As we hop on the same bus you were on,
we catch a seat.
Me staring out the window,
your arm around my shoulder.
You kiss me on the cheek,
and my whole face becomes red and warm.
I feel secure,
you right next to me.
We hop off the bus to get another one,
we wait.
The bone-chilling weather aggravates me,
but you keep me warm.
Our first kiss was memorable,
people tend to stare.
You grab my ***,
I grab yours.
You hand me a stick of mint gum,
I shove it in my pocket for safe keeping.
Our bus finally arrives,
it's gonna be a long trip.
The bus is crowded,
but we can't stand long.
You hitch up a seat for us,
but there's only one.
I have to sit on your lap,
you don't seem to mind.
You're in pain though,
not my fault there's no seats.
A guy finally gets up,
there's a free seat for me now.
The bus trip is dreadful,
but it's worth every dime.
We get off the bus,
we have to walk still.
Hand in hand as we go, the cold can't stop us now.
Once we're in, we're finally warm.
The mall is huge,
we walk a little, shop a little.
Those endless times of our lips touching,
we must be careful so people don't interrupt.
We grab a bite and drink,
we cuddle.
Our legs walk through every entrance,
not my fault I love to shop.
More lips are touching,
hugs too.
The sun gets weary, and dims down a bit.
We must get home soon,
one more entrance, it wont be long.
It's time to head out,
the sky paints a sunset view.
We catch that bus,
we're warm again.
Our day was exquisite,
too bad we only lasted a week.