It was start of March The beginning of rains I was on top of him **** Blankets around my waist ******* exposed His taste Still sweet Inside my cheeks
We were talking In the midst of it all We were laughing And joking And play fighting
I was in love with him.....
I giggled against his lips And he pulled the blankets up Over our heads Dark and so hot We could almost lose our breath
He kissed me slow His fist in my hair He tugged me up And then He whispered in my ear "I ******* love you" I let out a sigh Holding back tears I wouldn't cry
Instead I pretended I hadn't heard Just to hear it again Sure of his words
He repeated it Then I begged him shut up "You don't have to say it" I felt it Enough
I didn't want another lie He looked me in my ******* eyes "I know I don't have to, but I ******* do" He said it again "I ******* love you"
And with that I let go And let him catch me "I ******* love you too" And that's the memory Of the night I can say I loved most truly Still actually do Though now It's only As stated above A memory Of the night I fell .... Red