The Kiss

She was sitting by the lake, watching the clementine Sun,

hearing the chirping birds returning to their loved ones.

Her eyes were watered and her lips so moist,

her small nose was frozen with a tint of strawberry red delight.

A slight touch of hands startled her being,

she turned around to see a living dream.

It was him, looking deep into her eyes,

he reached out to her, in his mighty style.

Grabbing her buns, he pulled her close,

eyes locked, breath so warm,

his lips touched hers and they were absorbed in its sounds.

She got distracted, may have heard a sound.

She opened her eyes and sprung up on her bed.

Ah, it was a dream, her eyes filled with tears.

She held her pillow tight, resting her head,

she cried and cried and cried.