His lips brush against mine
And I feel his hands running through my hair
The green of his eyes illuminate the darkness
The moon hangs in the sky
His freckles dance as he smiles
His teeth are so white
He kisses me again
Softly whispering absanities for only my ears
I kiss back
There is laughter
But we shush each other
We cannot get caught
you're beautiful he whispers, running his hands along my arms
come here I smile
The stars are beginning to shine in the sky
We both look up
I lean over and kiss your cheek
Tonight is perfect
Tomorrow is hell
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 7:43 PM UTC
His lips brush against mine
And I feel his hands running through my hair
The green of his eyes illuminate the darkness
The moon hangs in the sky
His freckles dance as he smiles
His teeth are so white
He kisses me again
Softly whispering absanities for only my ears
I kiss back
There is laughter
But we shush each other
We cannot get caught
you're beautiful he whispers, running his hands along my arms
come here I smile
The stars are beginning to shine in the sky
We both look up
I lean over and kiss your cheek
Tonight is perfect
Tomorrow is hell
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