there we sit enticed in a dark room,
the only things audible being
the sound of our heavy breaths
and heartbeats beating a mile a minite.
you grab my hand,
so tight and warm,
and lean in towards me.

"I can't see your lips,"
I say, quite terrified,
"How will I be able
to kiss you?"

"Don't worry,
just feel."

I traces my fingertips
across every nook
and cranny
of your features:
pronounced,
defined,
and came across your
soft rosebud lips.

we both leaned in
to water the flowers
and once we did
I couldn't help but
want to drown
in your love.

your kisses were
like sunshine
on a cloudy day,
each kiss being one
single ray of sunlight.

*a.m.