• we stood in the doorway
    his hands on my waist
    the clock tickling loudly
    almost in haste

    he moved in closer
    his eyes locked in mine
    I long for his kiss
    For just a moment in time

    his lips meet mine
    and I feel the sensation
    no longer must I wait
    to give into the sweet temptation

    my knees go weak
    my palms become sweaty
    I go back to that place
    I have been so many times already

    the world disappears
    all that's left is him and I
    and as we pull away
    I feel as though I could fly