One minute we were sitting down
The next our bodies were entwined
I rested my head on your chest
And I listened to your heartbeat
It was so fast...
And, in that moment,
I wanted to kiss you
I probably should have
But I thought that you didn't
Until you kissed my cheek
And my head spun and I blushed
And I didn't know what it meant
You said that you like what I don't
About myself, about my body
Complimenting my love handles
As you handled them yourself
You stroked my hair, gently
Exploring my broken body's pathway
But I overthought the situation
Concluding that it was platonic
Alas, looking back on it now
I was somewhat mistaken
I misread your not-so-subtlety
Even when you kissed my raw neck
I jumped away and told you off
I had to explain it all to you
I'd forgotten that you don't know me
As well as the others
But you are learning with every
Hold of my hand, stroke of my hair
You don't know what I did last week
And yet, I like it that way
You don't have to know it all
You'll know me in time, if you please
You tell me that I have soft lips
"So I've been told," I laugh it off
I don't often kiss bearded folk
But your moustache is not harsh
We joke about it further
And I kiss you again, goodbye
And I will not apologise
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 5:25 AM UTC
One minute we were sitting down
The next our bodies were entwined
I rested my head on your chest
And I listened to your heartbeat
It was so fast...
And, in that moment,
I wanted to kiss you
I probably should have
But I thought that you didn't
Until you kissed my cheek
And my head spun and I blushed
And I didn't know what it meant
You said that you like what I don't
About myself, about my body
Complimenting my love handles
As you handled them yourself
You stroked my hair, gently
Exploring my broken body's pathway
But I overthought the situation
Concluding that it was platonic
Alas, looking back on it now
I was somewhat mistaken
I misread your not-so-subtlety
Even when you kissed my raw neck
I jumped away and told you off
I had to explain it all to you
I'd forgotten that you don't know me
As well as the others
But you are learning with every
Hold of my hand, stroke of my hair
You don't know what I did last week
And yet, I like it that way
You don't have to know it all
You'll know me in time, if you please
You tell me that I have soft lips
"So I've been told," I laugh it off
I don't often kiss bearded folk
But your moustache is not harsh
We joke about it further
And I kiss you again, goodbye
And I will not apologise
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