I don’t know how it all happened
But I remember we stood close face to face
After it rained that memorable weekend;
Not even an ant had the chance to reside between us a tiny space.
I wanted to speak
But I was prompted by telepathy you’d rather wanted to speak
I got stolen by queer fear and began a seismic stammer,
Swiftly at the same time,
You were wholly carried away by an impulsive shiver,
Yes, we’re both held in a continuous spiritual mime...
My lips began to tremble;
In unison, you too began to moan with a vivid love treble
As I magnetized you closer to my skin from your temple;
The quietude between us was so hysteric yet simple,
With closed eyes and an alkaline breath revealed your sexy dimple…
Like a magic touch,
Our hands found each other’s in a perfect clasp as we touch;
Our hungry lips cunningly found their pair
And under the tree that night
Registered another beautiful nightmare…
The grip from our lips was so tight,
I felt soaked and defenseless with your bottomless kisses
Your quiver grew more as I held you tight,
You couldn’t help but trafficked soothe hisses….
How memorable!
