The crick of forbidden love

She dangles her feet against the crisp, crick water.
Daydreaming of him haunts her heart with desire,
tucking loose locks behind her warm ear; innocence.
Biting her lower lip his smile creeps into her mind.

Rustling of the grass breaks her lustful trance,
she spots them and like a jaguar she sprints.
Her graceless feet, skip in the topsoil dirt scatters,
hair flying back behind her shoulders looking back.

Crouching low behind a tree, she glimpses wanting;
the boys laugh and splash in the crick, smiling lovely.
He perceives her, enthralled by her dusty presence,
she slowly rises gripping her heart tightly in her palm.

Step by step they get closer to forbidden territory;
as their eyes meet an earthquake jolts around the world.
Palm to palm they gasp by the surging electricity;
noses inching to wards the other, begging for it.

Soft satin lips graze the others not wanting to rush,
their chests collapse and fill with nervousness.
Closing their eyes they are hit with an unusual feeling,
water hitting their cheeks, grinning they jump in.