Starring at beautiful stars
Wondering which one we might call ours.
Laying with thick grass and around us it forms
Your fragile fingers gripping my sides keeps me warm.
Sweet scent makes me tingle and cringe
Gentle lips touch and hairs stand on end.
Smoothly, hands stroke my cheek
Knees threaten of falling fragile and weak.
So cold and awkward yet so heated and perfect
Loving every second the silent clock ticks.
Your hands slide down my thigh
I wonder why inside I want to cry.
I'm not sure that together we make that great power of love
Not yet have we caught that dove.
When you left I replayed everything over in my mind
Thinking about that kiss, time after time.
