Sunlight coming in through the window and resting on my inner thigh
The warmth reminds me of the soft kisses
That your sacred lips once left behind

"Can I kiss you?" You mumbled catching me off guard,
"What?" I asked thinking I heard you wrong, You laughed and turned away but I grabbed your arm.
"Come here," I whispered and you leaned in, our lips connecting perfectly.
We both laughed and pushed against each other.
We did this for twenty minutes before the bell rang, "We should get to class."

You pulled me into you, "Just friends?" You whispered against my ear. I nodded and whispered back,

"Just friends."

Because neither of us want to believe we are both teenagers madly in love.

when we're so close that our lungs share air
our lips touch and we sink
down into a rhythm
perfectly in time that pentameters weep