I look into his eyes and lean in,
Ever so slightly.
His lips on mine, just a soft little peck,
But my face lights up like a Christmas tree.
And I don't want it to stop,
He leans in once again and just stares,
He stares in to my eyes like he's waiting for approval.
I put my hand on his face and pushed his face to mine.
I closed my eyes as our lips touched,
and I could feel a zap of electricity run through me
I never wanted this moment to end.
His hands pull me closer
as close as physically possible.
I ran my hands through his hair as he puts his hands on my waist.
It was wonderful, just perfect.
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PoetryTiny poems that I came up with when I was bored. At least I think they are poems, hmm. If you want they could actually be book ideas but if you do turn it in a story either 1). Comment on the chapter your turning into a book or 2). Message me whic...
