My idea of us
That feeling I get when you’re so close to me;
the butterflies in my stomach, my heart racing, and a warm sensation throughout my body
When you talk to me so sweet that my smile grows and my face turns red
When you hold me close and I lean my head back gasping for a breath
When you look in my eyes and smile because you know we feel the same way
My fingers trace your face and flow through your short curls
As we kiss we both become powerless
The kisses you give me from my face to my neck make me powerless and dizzy, they make me swoon and want more
As we have our bodies pressed against each other and the fire between us grows bigger and stronger and hotter
With every new touch I want this to continue
When this happens all I know is you
I grab you holding you close not wanting to let go
This is my memory of us
I tried to go further but I was scared and we just were not ready
Maybe instead of just a memory it will become a reality because all I think about is you,
All I think about is you
This is my idea of us
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