You grin at me,
and I think is this really happening?
Yet your arms are around my waist,
and I know this is for real.
Then I look up and realize,
I know what is going to happen next.
Then I catch myself willing it,
Your lips come down to meet mine.
My arms go around your neck,
your grip around my waist tightens,
as if you never want to let go.
Then the magic ends, the kiss breaks,
and I lay my head on your shoulder,
I am perfectly content.
A contest entry
- Talk To Me Of Love by Heavenly Angel.
475 points, ended May 19, 2008, 11 entries
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Comments
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Such a sweet write this is!
Very much enjoyed
Thank you for sharing and good luck in the contest
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