The thump of our hearts beating in sync
My breath is caught, my mind is racing.
Admiring her beauty, her cheecks burning red
I take her by the hand, her skin as soft as silk
The chirps and whistles of nature fade
The aroma of lavender engulfs my senses.
We lean in. We kiss. My heart skips.
Her lips are lucious cherries,
Her eyes begging for another.
We caress each other, birds flying above.
What is this feeling, is it love?
Mar 31, 2011
Mar 31, 2011 at 7:51 PM UTC
The thump of our hearts beating in sync
My breath is caught, my mind is racing.
Admiring her beauty, her cheecks burning red
I take her by the hand, her skin as soft as silk
The chirps and whistles of nature fade
The aroma of lavender engulfs my senses.
We lean in. We kiss. My heart skips.
Her lips are lucious cherries,
Her eyes begging for another.
We caress each other, birds flying above.
What is this feeling, is it love?
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