As I wrap my arms around you, and you around me. I move to a place where time stands still.
Here I hold you for hours, not once letting go. Your hair is filled with the sweet smell of a garden after the rain.
A thunder storms within my heart as I hold your body close to mine. I imagine kissing softly upon your cheek, lingering for but a moment in time. I lower my arms around your waist and become lost in deep inside your eyes.
Coming closer, our lips gently meet. Lightning strikes my heart, a sensation like none before surges from within. Your lips so soft and sweet…
It is now, I realize I am but stuck in a dream. If only this dream were as unending as my love for you.
N. Pitcher
Summer/Fall 2001
#1 by kristi on 6/17/2004 - Jun 17, 04 | 2:10 am
oh come on…. hehe