She stands in the field,
Where they first met.
The moon bright,
The stars lost in a sea of darkened clouds.
She waits.
Her heart beats fast,
He is coming to take her away.
He is coming to save her from fate.
She waits.
It gets darker as the moon,
Disappears behind the velvet clouds.
Footsteps draw near.
The hair straightens on her neck,
Then kisses,
Soft,
Slow and sensual draws her in.
He is here.
She is pulled toward him,
As he pulls her closer.
He kisses her neck,
His lips soft like roses,
They start to run,
Down the path,
The only path,
The one place where no one can tear them apart.
This is it.
Love cannot be sweeter.
Her passion is flowing.
He turns back to her,
He touches her hair.
She stops to think,
To think if this is real.
It only takes her seconds,
If this isn't love,
Then love isn't real.
This is my first poem and I want to know what people think. So be honest. Honesty is good.
