your hand brushes my shoulder
a tingle runs down my spine
as i slowly turn toward you
and appreciate the fact that you are mine.
we make eye contact
my heart starts to flutter
as you slowly lean into me
and I begin to melt like butter.
our lips colide
and the world disappears
as we become one
I imagine being with you for the rest of my years.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC
your hand brushes my shoulder
a tingle runs down my spine
as i slowly turn toward you
and appreciate the fact that you are mine.
we make eye contact
my heart starts to flutter
as you slowly lean into me
and I begin to melt like butter.
our lips colide
and the world disappears
as we become one
I imagine being with you for the rest of my years.
