my tongue is quivering, bow full of arrows,
dancing behind my teeth set in motion with
the words i plead to please just make you mine?
you push your seat back, and yup, it's math class
(how uninspired, but oh God, look at his smile!)
and absentmindedly flex your arms as you stretch
and i hold back a swoon, because let's face it, i've got
to hold it together until the bell rings(12:20!)
and right as i scribble down the very last problem
on my paper dancing with "i heart you's", you
give me this incredible(little boy's)
grin and i melt once again,
stand up,
hold your hand, then
you kiss
me.
A contest entry
- but not just any kiss... by JinSays.
1532 points, ended September 21, 36 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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thank you love,
jin
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