laughing eyes
begin to smoulder,
leaning in
gentle touch,
lips spark
in the darkness
electricity
between us
poem- first September 23, 2015
Happy birthday, you said
bending over to kiss my cheek.
And with my fluttering heart and flaming blush
I decided that was my first kiss,
that all the others did not count.
Because I wanted my first kiss to come from you,
my heart believed it had.
Shawn L. Bird 