his lips
quiet spring day
no one but us two
I wont say we were bored
but we weren't sure what to do
though its spring it's still cold
so we huddle near
before his intentions seemed foggy,
but now there oh so clear.
I ask a simple question
I knew the answer already
I'm not sure what to do but I have faith and hold steady
I tilt my head to right,
And finally our lips meet
I swear to you I have never tasted anything so sweet.
Everything was prefect, though the wind was cold
I’d never felt more alive more carefree or bold
I can't say I’m an expert so don't ask me for tips
but I’ll never forget the day i met Jake LeClair's lips.
This poem was written by the lover on Apr 11, 2008.
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Pretty Cool Lala La, I like how you described not being bored, yet still looking for something to do.... ~PEACE OUT
Reminds me of my first kiss.
YAY!!!
=)