One love two mouths.
Hands under her blouse.
Us two in an empty
abounded house. Love
fumes and red balloons
floating up near the ceiling.
A silver ring comes out and
you propose to marry me
while you kneel down on
one knee and ask would
you spend the rest of your
life loving me. Call it a once
in a life time love if you dare
I pretty much don't care as
long as i feel it surrounding
me in the air and ruffling like
the winds through my hair as
well as filling up my lungs
with such pure oxygen.
Causing me to stop for a
while and stare. Thinking
of how lucky I am that you
picked me as your favorite
person to share this kind
of love that seems so rare.
It doesn't even include
diamonds on a necklace or
pearls and roses in my hair.
It's a love that's so simple only
the two of us get to share, while
our parents aren't aware* ~