The stars over head twinkle
With the thought of young love.
The wind rustles through our hair
To urge on our emotions.
His hand firm on the small of my back,
Pressing hot into my skin.
We sway into each other's arms,
Lips trembling with anticipation.
After exchanged whispers of adoration,
Those trembling lips tremble no more,
And find each other in a sweet moment of innocence.
A first time shared.
A kiss not to be forgotten.
Sep 5, 2010
Sep 5, 2010 at 8:45 AM UTC
The stars over head twinkle
With the thought of young love.
The wind rustles through our hair
To urge on our emotions.
His hand firm on the small of my back,
Pressing hot into my skin.
We sway into each other's arms,
Lips trembling with anticipation.
After exchanged whispers of adoration,
Those trembling lips tremble no more,
And find each other in a sweet moment of innocence.
A first time shared.
A kiss not to be forgotten.
