A touch, a kiss,
A whisper from the heart.
Never wanting to be
Only inches apart.

Intertwined fingers and
Countless shared glances
Its never too late to
Take risky chances.

Low tone speaking
And lightly kissed lips,
The feeling of his hands
Resting lovingly on my hips.

Tracing my fingers over
His slightly heated skin,
The control between us is
Wearing thin.

This isn't luck, its fate.
The emotions we share never come late.
There is only one way I know
That this love is real,

Nothing compares to the way he makes me feel.