Savor the Sweet

My eyes looked up at yours before Retreating back to the floor My chin pulled up by your magnetic touch I sure hope this is just a crush. Are you coming to me Or am I coming to you? You sauntered over and leaned in close. I could feel the syrup drip from my lips And I knew you'd sip while you gripped my hips Eyes gently closed Noses softly brushed Mouths slightly parted Lips quickly touched Cheeks brightly flushed This was all too rushed If we were to do this again Maybe I would've leaned back in Maybe you would've gone right in Maybe we would've savored the taste Of the syrup that dripped from my lips

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